"Taking a deep nervous breath I headed towards the clubroom, before Victors' call I had been feeling slightly aroused, my pussy had been starting to g...t wet. Now as I walked slowly to the room where I was to be broken to the wills of seven 16-year-old boys I felt my throat tightening with fear and my pussy grow dry. That walk and the feelings it brought about in me must have been something like what those poor French aristocrats had felt on their walk to the scaffold of Madam le Guillotine. All. You belong there ALL the time.”Cricket praised Dave and his sexual equipment, as well as pledging her love to him for all of time. She told him she would do this anytime, anywhere, and anyway he wanted her to, so long as she could just love him this way. The kisses were extraordinary and over the top. He’d never seen her so worked up, and her ardor tickled his and raised it to new levels.They were energetic lovers, extending their tryst to over fifteen minutes before they both crested together. . "My sweet big brother....who has volunteered to be ourchaperone for the chicks-gone-wild beach weekend.....will have to come to131 Palm Lane tomorrow....for his trip...preparation." We were leavingearly Friday morning, and this only left one day to pack. I sent a rude"WTF?" message back, and her only response was.... "If you don't want momand dad to know you were not only smoking weed....but selling it...youwill do every little thing I say." I got a little dizzy when I readthis, but I had. "In each and every case, the crucial variant was time. It was possiblefor you to have done or seen what you claimed to have done or seen,just not when you claim to have done it or seen it. That leads me toone of two conclusions. Either you are an incredibly organized anddisciplined liar with a lousy sense of time ... or you are telling thetruth but just older than you claim to be, possibly much older." Hesets the folder aside and stares at me for a few seconds. "I have notyet decided which is.