Do things.”“Oh my god,” Jessica remarked, “You’re lucky George saved you from all of that, aren’t you, Jill?”“Yes, very,” Jill smile....“One set of relatives were taking me to the one who did stuff with me when I met George on the Broadway Limited. We fell in love. We have so much in common, you don’t even know,” Jill explained, “And, well, George and his dad are really, really well known on these trains. I’ll let him tell you all about it one day. Anyway, a friend of his helped us by throwing my. As you walk through the automatic door, a gust of chilled lobby air flirts with your bare legs, and you gasp softly as you feel the delicate coolness on your wet pussy. The desk clerk is watching you approach; a beaming smile lighting up his face. You realize that you're perfectly silhouetted in the entryway by the afternoon sun. He may not see every part of you clearly, but there's no doubt in his mind about what you have on under the dress. Or more accurately ...what you don't have on.. I even helped out one or two of them, when they got backed into a corner. I don't carry grudges and I don't badmouth people. It's slow, but I'm starting to get respect instead of fear, and now, I've even got a few people I can call friends. That's what counts." And of course," she continued, brightly, "there's Czar and Caesar and you!"I took her hands in mine and looked her in the eye as I said, "You're an amazing young lady, Penny. I'm proud to be counted among your friends. If there's ever. ”Swallowing the lump in her throat, she began to find her voice. “I... I will, Sir. I will be good. I'll be a... Good girl.”He smiled. “Good. That's a good start. But I want you to be my good girl. Are you my good girl?”She chewed her bottom lip for several seconds before she nodded, silently.“Oh no no no,” he told her, standing up and immediately making her feel tiny beneath his enormous frame. “I want to hear you say it. Say that you'll be my good little girl, Slut.”Again she clenched at her.