As the horse stood recovering its wind, wonderment flooded through Jamaker; not only at the gorgeous view but also at the events that had bought her t... this point in her life before her 15th birthday.Within six months, fate had transformed her life prospects; escaping possible employment in a London brothel; the threat of which was often used on her at the orphanage.It wasn’t only male staff molesting her; lesbians also lurked there in the shadows.That’s why she was able to cope with the. Only a matter of time, wasn’t it? Until the real you, the girl, the cheap bitch, the pathetic little begging slut finally revealed herself! This was always going to happen wasn’t it, this is what you wanted to happen, isn’t it, isn’t it?” she snapped.“Yes, I want to, oh please, yes, Victoria, I mean, I am a slut, I’m your slut, Victoria,” I whispered softly as my eyes locked again onto her strapless veiny member. “And do you know why we now have to live apart? Tell me, ‘Leah’, tell me what. The only contact we’d made was through some idle texting and Snapchatting that amounted to nothing and only reaffirmed the distance between us. There was still a lot of work to do, and I was low on time—it was just a few hours till midnight. I had to rewrite the last few pages of a section that analyzed Lovecraft’s use of old decrepit architecture in his settings. Milton sympathized that it was tough going, so he had loaned me his office for the past few days. It was more preferable to my. “I wouldn’t want anyone else to see them.”“Sure,” Phil said. “It’s pretty easy. I’ll show you how so you can do it yourself next time. Thanks for being so considerate.”“You’re as special to me as I am to you,” Tiffany replied.“Speaking of special,” Phil said, “I didn’t get to pose any pictures today. I fully expect you all to model for me.”“Oh, cool,” Molly said. “I thought that was so awesome. I mean, I really enjoyed it. I think... I think it might have been more intimate than what we did at.