Jillian’s arrival had been the catalyst that Kayla had needed to remake her life. She would do anything for this little girl, and God help anyone wh... hurt her. Jillian was so full of life that sometimes the deep reddish mop on her head looked like it was only along for the ride because it was attached. Once she stopped, her hair regained some composure, but in motion, it looked like it was hanging on for life itself. Jillian was listening now as her aunt explained the old ‘I SPY’ game to her.. Have you decided what your programming of Lisa would be? I had and this is how I did it.“Lisa, I am Davy, your man and your master. You will belong to me, be my devoted kitten, as I call my slaves. You will love me with all your heart and mind, as you hoped in your wildest dreams you would some day love a man. You will be loyal, devoted and caring, wishing only the best for me. You want to see me happy.You know I love you. You have no doubt as to my love or caring for you. My love for you is. Who was?”“Judy...”“No, Ray. I will find this out!” She glared at me, almost retching the words, “Stephen, who was the first person you had sex with?”“THAT is none of your business, not now, not ever.”“You are still a child, no matter what you think! You’re under eighteen. I will ask you one more time, who was the first person you had sex with?”“And I’ll answer one more time, no actually, I’ll answer as many more times as you ask — that is none of your business. Not now; not ever.”“Then you are. Anybody and everybody was looking at me as we passed by, as if they knew something I didn't know. My nipples were like fingers pushing against the material as they rubbed up and down with every step. I was transfixed by all the sexual activities going on as we followed the g-string clad bartender. Terri and Johnny with a handful of my exposed behind laughed when Ike (the bartender) stopped and turned around. I was almost dumbfounded when I saw him stroking his thick black spike, and smiling.