Like the royal decree that "A cat may stare at a king" being an acknowledgement that the cat would do just as it pleased with or without permission. A...good leader knows how to lead by commanding people to do what they were just about to do anyway. What really galled, was that Patches and Mr. Bigfoot were invited to dine with Their Majesties- after all, they were Top Caste. If Their Majesties had wanted to invite a person of middle caste, they could have, but it was unheard of to invite an utter. “How is it okay! I just…” I started breathing faster and faster. “I just… I just… I just had…”“Sex?” Mom finished. “With your mother?”“Oh God,” I groaned, bending over with my head in my hands.“Justin,” she said, scooting closer and putting her hands on my shoulders, “sweetie, listen to me. Try to calm down. Do you remember what happened last night?”“No!” I cried without sitting up. “I don’t remember anything! Just… bits and pieces!”“Okay. It’s okay, sweetie,” she soothed. “Just breathe. Calm. He grabbed her by the ankles and jerked her toward him causing her back to slam onto the mattress, bouncing. Pushed her legs wide and pounced on her.He grabbed his sausage cock and worked the big head into her folds then immediately PUSHED.Her cry was sudden and so loud that the others in the room looked up.He pushed again, no mercy, and could feel himself barely beginning to get in.Her heart was banging the walls of her chest.Too fast!She bared her teeth at him like a dog, yelling, "Goddam. "You gave them something to bitch about, that's for sure," Sam told her."How can you say that?" Mark exclaimed angrily. "They were like vultures. Only a few were even halfway civil to you." Sweetheart, my fans almost never ever read those newspapers. They read the fan mags and watch programs tailored for them and their interests. The majority of my fans are teens that will soon be old enough to vote. What would they rather look at, a picture of wonderful me in a skintight costume and a show and.