Yeah,you were so glamorous and pretty in the moonlight... A lot prettier andsexier than the way you're dressed tonight. Why do you want to look like a...ittle girl? Do you think you look sexy? Well, you don't, honey... You justlook infantile and stupid, like you belong in some kind of beauty pageantfor preteens... Or not even preteens but a beauty pageant for prissy four-year olds... So tonight we just had to get pictures of you. We can't wait toput them on Facebook. They'll go viral and you'll. Cathy responded to him aggressively, thrusting her hips up to meet his drives as she had so many times in the past, but on this night, something was missing. Steve achieved his orgasm within a few minutes, yet Cathy was not even close. She had gone through the motions, more from habit than anything, but there was not a sexual hunger in her, no longing for her husband's cock to drive into her forcefully. She said nothing and continued the ruse, but when he had finished, she immediately went to. "I suppose we should have them occasionally for appearance sake. We'll need to call each other once in a while, too. But don't think I'm going to let you pick out the clothes I wear. I'll keep your jacket," she said without advising me if our study dates would include sex."Okay, everything sounds fine to me," I said, thinking I would try my 'wait and see, ' strategy. I was anxious to discuss Gina's threat and how I had accepted her terms with Priscilla."It does?" Gina asked, sounding skeptical. They were laughing,and I was crying and begging them not to do it. Of course they did it.I completely snapped. I punched Abigail, the actual burner of my dolly,as hard as I could, which at eight years old wasn't much. Wherever thatline was in our mother's mind where acceptable bullying was replacedwith real torture/cruelty, I guess that was it; they had to buy me a newdolly and apologize. I still got spanked for the punch, or as Franciscacalled it, the 'love tap' I threw at Abby. It still.