Meanwhile, my relationship with my boyfriend, Panek, had taken an interesting turn. Although things between us were becoming more and more difficult, ...e still had sex with each other. One reason for my continuing to fuck him was my growing jealousy of those who were taking Renaud’s attention away from me. My childish tantrum resulted in me trying to make Renaud envious of me – a move that failed miserably. Even flirting openly with other men failed to raise an eyebrow from Renaud.It was a. Given a choice, what name would you like?" I had been named Mara before I was taken into slavery. My mother had named me." Very well, Mara. Tell us your history." Yes, mistress."Our small village was raided about a year ago, ten days after I was opened on my fifteenth birthday. I think a boy from our village led the slavers to us. I had refused him because I wanted to be properly opened first. The next time I saw him, I was in the hands of the slavers. They let him have my ass. He wasn't very. Do I need to explain theresults of wrong actions?"I started for my room and was grabbed by Tracey.Tracey: "Whoa baby sister! We haven't done your nails yet!"Darla: "MOM!"Alexis: "Let the nails wait for the next act of disobedience. You may putclear top coat only. One more infraction before school ends and you willget your ears pierced and bright, red, long, acrylic, nails. After that wewill have to see. This doesn't include current punishments."Tracey removed the nail polish while Jana applied. But then I heard her moving around in the kitchen and then out in the family room, so I knew I was not alone, I just wondered what she had cooked up for me. I could hear her turn on the stereo and start cranking up some music which was a little odd, and my mind spent the next 15 minutes running from possibility to possibility. That was when things began to pick up. She would walk down the hall, come into the room and bite, or lick or suck on me for just a moment and then walk back out only.