My girl rebuffed her old friend who had been loyal and reliable for decades. She preferred her ‘real’ internet friends to the people who had grown...up with her. She even suggested that the people she knew most of her life were plotting to destroy her. She posted a short story about the friend whom we were inspiring. It was a cruel little rant against someone who never did her any harm. It was written from her nasty bed in her filthy house where her kids reclined on piles of trash to watch tv.. All the boys left for home in the dark but Mr. Green grabbed my arm and told me that if I wanted to, meet him at his house a few blocks away the next night at around 7 PM. I agreed and I was so excited the entire next day that I could barely sit still!Finally, 5:30 or so came around and I ran down the street for several blocks till I found his house! It was, like ours, a small place with a little fence around it and lots of his neighbors out on their front porches. We had no air conditioning. It had started with the way Charlie would stare at her. It was like he could see right through the thin cotton shifts she wore. She couldn't help the way her still-forming tits pushed against the thin material. Her nipples were visible and the shifts did mold to the curves of her ass, but that was unavoidable. The only clothes she had to wear were what she made herself.Lana didn't own a bra and she was too embarrassed to ask her pa to buy her one. He didn't seem to take notice that his little. The thought alone made my pussy wet. It wasn’t the first time he took a slave girl to one of those conventions. He never told me details about what was going on there because it would not surprise me if he already planned to take me also in the future months ago. These conventions were private and on invite only for people that could afford it. Because the entrance fee was very high. I’ve heard that even people from other countries visited this convention.It’s now the workweek before the 13th.