.............. and you can fuck me in the arse" "Debbie you are not welching on your agreement" said Mark, I grabbed my double vodka and downed it in ...ne. "Come on boys lets get Debbie home" said Mark and the boys helped me to my feet.Mark and Paul linked my arms to stop me from falling over and Tony walked behind.Mark put his hand down my blouse and squeezed my tit, he noticed that my nipple was already very hard. "Have a feel of her tit Paul" he said, and immediately Paul put his ahnd down my. Dresner did the same thing to us. And weare all sooooo much happier." Oh my God, Rachel!," exlclaimed Travis. "Am I going to be as pretty asyou?" Prettier, sweetie. But you need to stop crying. You're not going to bevery pretty with your mascara running all down your cheeks."Travis managed a faint laugh. "I know....I'm sorry." Don't apologize, honey. It's part of being a girl. Which you are now."Travis collected himself. "I'm totally a girl, Rachel. I know it. Ilove to wear pretty. .. we were in the South Pacific approaching New Zealand when our nanny, Grace, woke us up.“You probably want to hear this,” she said. “It’s not good. There is no way to sugar-coat it. So listen up.”She turned up the radio and told us to sit while the announcer announced We interrupt our regularly scheduled broadcast with breaking news: John Semanthaler at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave NW, Washington, DC.“We’re outside the fence looking at what remains of the West Wing, where the murder of the President. Around her several houses were beginning to burn. Several others had been turned into rubble by the blast from the satchel charge and the grenades that some of her troops carried. She quickly ordered some of her nearby soldiers to start firing the fires for if they got out of control then the whole city and everyone inside it, including them, would burn. Marion was frantic as she looked through the nearby rubble. Her hands had been cut up with her clawing at the rubble but she couldn’t slow.