Across my back were lines of writing."This slut is Owned... cannot come without permission of her Owner... is highly responsive... Show her a unique e...perience."I looked up into her eyes that flame of pure lust was flaring from her eyes; I could feel her fatigue and a remorseless sense of Willpower that kept her going."What was all that for?" I needed to know why she'd only painted me when I'd have let her do ANYTHING she wanted me to do."Your Owner asked me to give you an experience you'd. My sister was pregnant and herboyfriend was the father. "Jen, are you there?"I snapped back to reality. "Yes, yes, of course I'm here. Oh, Caitlin,what are you going to do?" I'm sure there was something more supportiveI should have said, but that's all I could think of at the time."I'm having the baby, if that's what you're asking." Caitlin's tone wasindignant, defiant. My sister was a devout Catholic. That seemed todictate her very strict views on abortion, but apparently she treated. " Cyndi had never orally pleasured a willing female before. She tried not toremember her previous experiences with cunnilingus, but just thinking aboutthe act caused her memory to flash back. She remembered the screaming thirteenand fourteen year old girls the cops brought into the station, how they usedtheir motivators to prod Cyndi into the room when she hesitated. The girlswere strapped down, legs secured far apart in stirrups, their clothes usuallystill hanging on in tatters. The cops. Carol was there, but I had expected her to be. She was the team lead after all. Denise was in too, and they were sitting there with donuts and coffee, chatting and catching up.“Morning!” I called as I walked in. “Any word from the studio?”“Morning David! We got several compliments on the first draft and a note from Ari that he thought it was classy to deliver it in hard copy. He did ask about copy number one though, and sounded disappointed when I told him it was in your safe.” Carol said with.