“Hello, everyone. I’m Betsy. Who are you?”“I’m Cal,” said the man who had pulled the muscle in his back.“I’m Sharon, and this is my so..., Jimmy.”“I’m Melvin.”“I’m his wife, Millie.”“It’s very nice to meet all of you,” Betsy said.Millie asked, “How bad is our situation?”“It’s not that bad,” Betsy said.“What in the hell do you mean? It’s not that bad! We crashed in the middle of nowhere. We’re going to die out here,” Cal said.The young boy, probably about nine years of age, shook his head in. Cassie sat at the edge of the bed and grinned back. “Both of you are my slaves now, my slaves today, and that means for sex, too, okay?” Immediately, Janice realized the game. Janice thought, oh my god this is gonna be fun. I want my daughter to make me do whatever the hell she wants! Mommy smiled and said, “Tell me what you want me to do.” Daddy said, “Baby, you’re the house whore. Mommy and I will do whatever you want us to do. Just order us, we’ll be good little slaves. “Good, that was indeed the idea,” I agreed. “What did you have for your early dinner?”““Something that looked like dog food, but remarkably was not too bad,” she said with a smile. “Even the vintage Diet Coke was acceptable.”“Very good, I’m glad you approve,” I replied.“I wouldn’t go quite that far. There is one other thing you should know,” she continued.“What is that?” I asked obviously expecting the worst.“I just discovered the sea air makes me horny,” she giggled.The giggle wasn’t arousing. "What the fuck!" He felt his teacher's hand grab at his crotch and begin to put pressure on his balls."I can't decide whether to crush your balls or just clip them off with my nail scissors. Which do you prefer?" Please don't hurt me," the frightened student pleaded. "I... I won't touch you again." You'd better be telling the truth about that, mister. I'll do it anyway if I hear about any rumors concerning the two of us. Do you understand?" Yes ma'am." Alex sighed with relief as the pressure.