Sara reachedout and grabbed my head and pulled up her dress and exposed her pussyfor Gregg and me to see. "Watch this Greggie," she said and winked at...im, "Who owns you Alana, tell me now," she demanded. "You doSarafina," I meekly got out as she pulled my face to her pussy. "Whatpussy owns You BITCH,' she screamed as she slapped me again and forcedmy face deeper in her cunt, "Tell me and Greg now!" she demanded and Iheard myself in true fear say, "I am owned by Mistress Sarafina's cuntand am. In fact it felt really good to be getting wet, while the high was keeping me warm. I stopped in the shadows of the boardwalk I was taking home, and fingered my ass. It feels gooooodddddd. I pull my sweats back up and head on home.I was soaking fucking wet. from head to feet, and my toes, but I smoked another toke of the shit, and remembered where my lighter and cigarettes were hiding: out in my van. So I jumped up and took the door card, (so I can get back in the bldg) no coat this time, just. One expatriate gasped, followed by an urgent murmur of conversation. Several Mage Elders scowled. Others simply looked on with equanimity. Some simply flicked their gaze back and forth, as if more focused on the confrontation itself than its outcome."But you cannot grant us respect," said Marlon. "No matter how progressive you may be." And he stops short of granting us proper Guild titles!" an expatriate cried in the back."We do not want them," Marlon shot back. "More politics!" I do not offer. I don’t have anything on the morning that I couldn’t reschedule, so if I said 8.30ish?” She scribbled in her diary.Mrs. Bellman-Winstanley laughed.“That would be perfect. I’ll see the boys this morning, or definitely by the end of school today and tell them about what is going to happen to them and leave them in absolutely no doubt that this is their only alternative to being excluded. Plus, that their parents have agreed to it.” She paused.“If you let me know exactly what you’ll need from us.