Just forgot." And for hell sake, don't walk to the Seven Eleven alone anymore." That's a promise, for sure." She touched the bandage on her cheek."Mot...er suspects, Darrin," Carrie said as they waved and watched their parents drive away. It had been a hectic three days. Her father had supervised all the workmen installing all the security devices he had ordered. He also helped Darrin wire and install the ceiling fans in the living room and the two bedrooms. Darrin put his foot down about the. We talked about rules. No watching porn or reading literotica without permission. Ask permission to shower, masturbate, or sleep. Ask permission to play with my pets (internet/text sex slave type things). I agreed, he agreed, and he told me I would be punished for putting those pictures up in the first place. My heart raced, and suddenly I was wet. But it was late, and I was tired. He said I could play with myself if I made a recording of my moans, but I felt it was too much trouble and went to. Then they mentioned i needed to shave smooth, since i was too hairy,even though i had light hair at most.So that night i spent the evening shaving till i was silky smooth, ifelt soo vulnerable now for some reason, yet felt more feminine.Finally they invited me to a private meeting, where they told him to besilky smooth for some reason, its a big night they say.Once i got inside the men just circled me, and I felt small anddefenseless by their looks they were giving me, starting to call me. I bent over dropping my stuff by the fence. I noticed that Mr.C was sitting on the bench opposite side of the field staring at me. I quickly jolted up and walked over to the group of the girls. "Alright" Mr.J announced. "I'm glad everyone is coming out to tryouts. Now I know all you call us Mr's in class but out on this field its all soccer. So you can call us coach. For those who don't know I'm Coach J and this is Coach C" he said and pointed to Mr.C. Everyone turned their eyes to Mr.C except.