“Talking of sucks,” interrupted Scott Collins, the Mission Commander as he emerged from the American Segment. “It’s my turn now.”“Reckon y...u can beat these boys?” Shannon enquired, nodding her head in the direction of Komarov and Baker.“Commander’s prerogative,” stated Collins. “Which means I’ve changed my mind about the game. I’m not wasting my come down the walls. You want to blow me instead?”Shannon’s eyes lit up. “Aye aye, Skipper. It would be my pleasure.”They both anchored themselves to. “I am Molly’s slave; I want to be Molly’s slave, to do as she orders me to, to want to obey her every command.” She kept this up for two hours, whispering to the sleeping girl, and then stole out to her own bed.he months following Kathryn’s first breeding became a time of intense training for her. She was made to assume the different positions dozens of times each day, made to pull up her dress and bend over instantly or be punished. She tried to resist once, and it was three days before she. I opened my mouth but it closed again. I put my fingers up to my lips and a memory of Lance’s lips pressed against mine came flooding back.“No!” I whispered through my fingers. “He didn’t upset me. He kissed me.”Liz’s jaw dropped and she stared at me in surprise. She didn’t say anything out loud but I saw her mouthing the words “Oh My God!”“Did you slap him?” she asked. “Did you knee him in the balls?”“No, I ... I kind of ... I kind of liked it.”Her mouth silently formed the same three words. Iselected the skirt and blouse like she suggested. I think, looking backon it, that this is the time my mother finally decided to enter me inthe pageant. I'm not sure, but thats what I think. Now, as I stand herediscussing things to make me look like a girl I am in total shock. Myown mother is insisting that I become a deb!"You must have done this a lot to look so nice...Lisa. If I gave youfree reign, what do you think you need the most, clothing wise I mean."With absolutely nothing to.