She was ready.Billy undid his slut sister and took her to the washroom that had been renamed "The slutroom" by him and his other toys. He was going to...give her the same experience all the other sluts had taken. This always secured the deal.He turned the water on. She reached for the soaps and shampoos like every slut before her. He once more pressed her up against the wall while squeezing her neck."No I do you, you do me."He took the shampoo and washed her hair then her tits giving each nipple. Nonetheless, they are divided into two distinct and strictly separated cultures — for lack of better names, I call them by their most characteristic features: the Cannibal and the Slave culture, or, the Cannibals and the Slavelanders (though, strictly speaking, also those who serve as food in the one case, and those who serve as slaves in the other, are part of their respective cultures, if at the bottom of their social orders).The Cannibals are divided into tribes, the Slavelanders into. .. "SARGE..." the woman whispered. "I'M GOING TO 'CUM' ALL OVER THAT POLICE-SHIRT!"Rebecca hesitated. The uniformed policewoman had been caught by surprise. A 'convicted' prostitute, Cindy Chapman teased Rebecca by running the tip of her moist tongue along the dark-blue 'trim' of her blouse's collar lapel. As the wide-eyed policewoman uttered a muffled sigh, the prostitute smeared a little of her lipstick over the collar of Rebecca's tight-fitting blouse."CINDY..." the policewoman murmured.. It was scary walking into a room full of girls who used to be my friends, not to mention their fathers. The girls were here to vow their chastity until marriage; their fathers were here to witness that pledge. Needless to say, my gown and my reputation were out of place. Nobody pretended not to look at me, and all of the glances were hostile, but none of the daddies even tried to look away. I liked that part.One by one, each of the daddies escorted his daughter arm-in-arm up onto the dais. Each.