. but..." I protested weakly. "You gave them my money. That's notfair." Hey," Treat said, "life ain't fair." So now you ARE the low girl on the tote... pole," Trick added."And that is not good," Jet said with a knowing nod. "And I think it'smy night to deliver the punishments on stage."My mouth fell open. I shook my head. Jet extended her hand menacingly,long painted nails almost touching me."Hold on," Treat said. "It's not to late for our Petunia. She could besaved by a sponsor." A what?". We were mirror images of ourselves, tall athletic girls, of blond Scandinavian stock, who at f******n, looked as if twenty-one years in age, which was good, as we could avoid age restriction, not that the men we were challenged by, were willing enough to turn us away, their hard cocks told us we were good for entrance, our cunts were in collusion with some of those men, I mean what is the point of going to such places, if only to deny the odd cock or two, access to both our pretty little. Me-kya uncle v apko massage kar dete the? (thora nadan bana) Unti- ha wo to har roj karte the. Me-ab nahi karte hai kya? Unti- karte to tumhe bulate kya? Me, matlab ? Unti- matlab nahi samjha kya? Buddhu kahika. Apna kam karona. Me- thik hai unti me apna kam karne laga. Unti- ummh aaaahh ooohh jorse daba beta. Me-aunti khali upar hi karna hai yaa niche bhi? Unti-puri badan ka karna hai par pehle upar ka to kar. Me-ok. Unti- acha tum pehle kavi kisiko massage kiya kya? Me-nahi unti.Unti- tumhe. Specifically the story starts in the summer when I was f******n. The summer began, as they always do, with that giddy, free, ecstatic feeling knowing that I could do as I pleased. No deadlines. No homework. I could stay up late, or even all night. I could sleep in. I could goof off with my friends all day long. I could even do my chores at my own pace. There is very little that can dim the bright prospect of that 3 month part of the year that every k** cherishes. It always starts that.