Then she roaredwith laughter. "When I need a 'comrade' do you think I choose one such as you – apasty-faced, paunchy, helpless townsman?! No. When ... choose such as you, I am choosing a pet, a toy, a slave, a servinggirl, a wench, a slut, a harlot, a whore, a cunt." As Otrere said these lastwords she paused longer and longer between them, as if branding me with eachname, and looked deep into my eyes to gauge my soul. Hearing my presumed fate pronounced in such a cold way, I whimpered. Told the priesteverything about the night before. He listened, and looked kind of sad. I went over some kind of edge the next week. I was at the mall.Went into a restroom to piss, and a guy was in there. I did a double take-- I thought it was Mike's Dad. Then I realized immediately it wasn't him,after I'd said hello. The guy didn't understand. I was being friendly because I hadthought he was someone else. But he kept on talking quietly, realfriendly. Started rubbing my arm. Then he took. " Jarrad paused, allowing this last revelation sink in. "So this afternoon then," he started cautiously, “we... me and the other guys... we didn't exactly talk you into the uh... dancing, I mean." Becoming conciliatory, Ashley replied hesitantly, "Maybe not quite. I mean, like... I was sorta wanting to do it, but... well, I needed to know you wanted me to do it also." Ashley sought further assurance. "It did turn you on, didn't it," she asked, "Me being almost naked and playing with all those. She didn’t let me down. She came round wearing hardly anything, a very short skirt that clearly revealed the tops of her stockings, no knickers, high heels and a top that could barely contain her huge round braless tits… she looked amazing! Her bright red lipstick framing the mouth that we were both going to fuck so well….I took her into the bedroom and when she saw the camera she smiled a broad smile, she knew she was going to get a truly good hammering at both ends… I was so very stiff as I.