-paper 'Sexual Anthropology' in timeSUSAN'S STEPS into voluntary SEXUAL SLAVERY at Mentor Master PETER PE is a long story to tellSUSAN'S STORY is not ...ew -- we are back in first half of the eighties -- at his old wood-port quartersSUSAN'S STORY in her words is written well worded, but it lacks proper paragraphing for liveliness"SUSAN'S STORY needs an Experienced Editor" I state in my comment under first part I read of herSUSAN'S STORY may need a couple of dozen well written intimate. On my back and breasts. It stung, but not really painful yet. As they continued it started getting more painful, until it became like a warm, painful glow. They stoped as one and I felt their hands caress some of the hurt away.Ian told me to chose between 10 strokes of cane or 12 of a single tail whip, even though they both knew it wasn't really a choice since I do not like canes ...The choice was evident, the whip strokes. They decided to split the hits between them...They never gave me much. Then he had me lay on the bed, so he could check my coochie, I knew to keep my legs wide open for him. I felt his finger around my coochie opening, moving around to the sides and toward my button. He told me I needed to close my eyes and not to peek. I felt something really warm at my opening, circling all around it, all over my coochie, working its way up to my button. It felt so good going up and down my coochie. The next time it got to my button, it sucked on it. I told daddy I had the. They just looked at each other.“There is only one way out of this,” she said softly. “I’ll have to let James make love with me and tell him later that I’m pregnant with his c***d.”Matt did not know what to answer. He knew that she would sacrifice anything for him. He knew there and then that her love for him is just as much as what he felt for her.brother and sister reached out for each other and placing his body on top of hers, they kissed deeply. The smell of their lovemaking filled the room..