I slapped her buttocks half a dozen times, hard enough to sting but not so hard as to hurt badly. She uttered a muffled cry every time a slap landed a...d her eyes were moist when I helped her up again.Then, I stood up and made her kneel before me. Under my directions, she unlaced and took off my shoes, then unbuckled my belt, unzipped my trousers and eased them off too. Finally, she pulled down my briefs and freed my cock. I sat down in an armless chair and she knelt between my knees. I held her. But her father was a man of great passions, so great in fact that he would spend months on end as an "old tom" in the mad house Schödinger's Sqr. It would start with a pretty lady whether she be virginal or married. And then her mother would intercept the letters from the banks. Bills for chocolates and furs while another fine heirloom would go missing. He was not above recycling the handsels he had given her mother when they were still in love.For these tokens her father demanded a woman's. Opso and his men were so high on adrenaline that they ran toward the satyrs. The satyrs were all armed with swords, so I was not sure that our people would get through without too many wounds.Opso had his magic sword with its poison enhancement, so he had a marked advantage in the coming skirmish. Still, if the satyrs had been better troops, they might have been able to use their numerical advantage to put some serious hurt on Opso and his men. We had our healing charms and rings, so we didn’t. So what did it matter if she spread herself for a fifteen year old. He was at least three to five years older than the girls Randy had been looking at on the DVD. Besides, she reasoned, they had bet and she had lost. She would effectively belong to Trent for the remaining month and a half before he returned to school. Why not degrade herself? What did it matter? Nothing mattered anymore -- nothing.Even so she was determined to sacrifice herself to Trent, an unemotional and unmoving partner. but.