"I'm gonna fuck you real good bitch, your pussy belongs to me nowdoesn't it; who does it belong to?"Again she repeated her lines. "My pussy belongs to...you now Sir."She was completely defeated mentally and physically, I owned her now. Icould have her however, wherever and whenever I wanted; she didn't knowit yet but I had a lot of plans for her!I placed her ankles over my shoulders taking care not to poke my owneye out with her heels; and positioned my cock at the slippy entranceto her cunt. I. Curiosity overwhelmed her. She picked it up and took it to a chair, where she sat down slowly, wary of a repeat of the couch trying to dump her in the floor.The tape yielded to her nails without much trouble, and the first thing she saw was a handwritten note from her grandmother."When I called the other day and you told me about your string of bad luck, I knew you would need this. Keep an open mind and trust your grandmother, Diane. Blessed be," the note read.Though the family didn’t speak. With nowhere left to turn, he joined the Army. He felt the tears run down his face and he wiped them away. The lawyer was still going on about what a terrible person he was, how unfit he was to raise a child when another dot connected. The blood test! The blood test showed Grace was his daughter, turning to her, he saw why she looked so familiar. It was Libby, that was what he saw in her face, younger but the same features, the same face, it was Libby’s little girl. Libby’s and his! Suddenly. ”“Not if a teacher wants you to ‘demonstrate, ‘“ he said. “For relief I was forced to masturbate as a demonstration even though I had recently cum and couldn’t get it up again so soon. He had a few people try and all I got were friction burns.”There were further examples given, most of which were blatant violations of the Program guidelines.“Didn’t anyone complain that these were violations?”“Yeah, a lot at first.” Another girl called out. “We were referred to Mr Abover and he usually gave an.