There were four more women in the room as they entered and without anyone saying a word, each one of them took a girl by their hand to lead them out o... the room. Angel was left alone with the woman that let them in. She couldn’t believe her friends went so easily with those women and that she had a scary exciting feeling running through her now.Angel was scared of what she was feeling and what she would let this woman do to her now that they were alone. She was afraid because if this woman. .. it wasn't right.”“Did it have anything to do with me? I know I ask you for things a lot, and...”“No, no of course not. Don't go thinking like that, Holls. Please. I hate knowing my best friend's little sister is all upset.”“I feel the same way about my big brother's best friend...”***“Hey, kid. What's up?” Two and a half years after the first volleyball, the guys had gotten used to my presence, and though they still complained about it from time to time, they greatly accepted it. I was a. It isn’t art work. I’ll take you over there at night after milking.”Great!, I thought. Another reason to prove I was just livestock. Whatever it was that compelled me to be accepting of my role was yet again attempting to shatter me with fears.I had come to love being just a constant fucking breeding livestock, to service my role of ejaculating enormous amounts into the sisters. That seemed so perfect - felt so perfect. But why was this dumb son, son of a bitch, always trying to push it. The night he picked me up, I packed my favourite pink vibrator and put on my cutest matching pink panties and bra. I deliberated wearing panties at all, but I love the feeling of rubbing my panties across my clit, especially if I was going to let him watch me. When he arrived, I opened the door to a sexy face, and a knowing bulge in his pants, I wasn't that surprised, I had put out all the stops for this date. My shoulder length brown hair hanging in waves. My C cups were bulging out of the.