‘A slave has no tomorrows ….’ She let the words hang in the air. Thalia looked at her parent qeuryingly. He smiled indulgently. ‘Yes, tell the... of how you were once very bad.’ He turned to Dorinda and Terry. ‘It is good that you know.’ ‘I have told you of pain. Now I tell you of punishment. They are the same and not the same. A matter of motive and acceptance.’ She looked at her alert audience and smiled reassuringly. ‘Would it surprise you to know that my father has had me whipped?’ Thalia. He looked pained and confused until she drew him in close and kissed him hard. Then, she pushed him down on the bed. She straddled him, but didn't let him inside just yet. She rubbed the tip of his cock against her hot slit to tease him, while she leaned forward to make out with him and kiss his neck. Finally, after soaking his cock with her juices, she slowly lowered herself onto it. His thickness was almost too much for her pussy and the length seemed like it would never end. Before long, his. Isighed happily."I see you've done this before," Ellen whispered. "You are so wet andhot. I'd say your ready for my cock."She removed her fingers pushed the dildo into me in one easy, smoothand slow motion. As it filled me, I gasped and push back to greet it."What a silly thing I am," Ellen admitted. "Imagine, me thinking that Iwas going to have to teach you to enjoy having your ass fucked whenit's obvious that you've been doing this for a long time." I've only done it by myself," I said. "Mr. Atwater narrowed his eyes, and again, the smile disappeared,"Abigail, if we are to get on amiably, you must respect me. Now, I wantto speak to you privately. In your bedroom."I rolled my eyes, "Whatever. You've got five minutes." There was noopposition from my friends or family, but as I scanned their faces, itwas clear each one of them wanted Mr. Atwater out, possibly bloodied andbeaten.I returned to my room and sat on my desk chair. I crossed my armsunderneath my chest. Mr. Atwater said,.