The last one she was sent to (the reverend seemed to act only as an observer) was in his early thirties, about her age, with a friendly smile. He look...d at her for a moment, reached up to her face, then thought better of it.?Kneel!?She knelt slowly.?Look at me.?She looked up into his friendly face.?You are a filthy whore.?The words were accentuated by a hand hitting her left cheek.?A dirty fuckslut.?Another blow hit her other cheek. He kept smiling all the time, while he slapped her face again. My father eased up on me a bit after that day. I think he and Granddad had some really long discussions about me, but neither one mentioned that day ever again.I don't know for certain, but I think Granddad told my mother what happened. She was always protective of me, and for a few months after that she kind of went overboard... making me my favorite foods and letting me have my way if I got stubborn and pigheaded (like all teenagers tend to get). But by New Years she got over whatever had. I knew they had a meeting Thursday afternoon so I texted one of them and they came running," he grinned. "They couldn't wait, actually." Well, find a way to tell them thanks, that they did a super job. The performance of their high-school careers, actually," Roger laughed.As Don left, they all exchanged high-five salutes."Wow, and wow," Cynthia said. "Everyone's really making this anti-Program program work. What did that girl call it? 'Controlled mayhem'?" I don't think it was that, Cindy, but. Leaning against him for support, I lift my feet so he can remove my shoes and socks, and finally, my jeans.Still in no hurry, he reaches up and kneads my breasts in his hands as he kisses and nibbles along my panty line. Then he gently glides his hands down my sides, sending an electric shock through my body as he does so, before slowly pulling down my panties; leaving me totally naked to his eye’s caress.Looking him over as he looks me over, “You know, you look terribly over dressed.“He stands.