I threw my head up and gasped a small amount of air before being completely submerged. I felt hands climb up my body, underneath the water, pulling me...down. They went from my shin, to the back of my knee, to one of my thighs between my legs close to my vagina. Then I felt two strong arms reach around my tummy to my back, gripping me tight. I felt a warm body slam against my own, as we floated to the surface. When I reached the surface, I could feel warm hands pushing the hair away from my eyes.. Six months later at Lauren's house, her little "game" of Conquest to decide who would use the slave. Myra, already used past her safeword. Lauren wanting to continue, and Janet taking Myra's place. Whipped nearly to death, then the horrible drive home, and the painful recovery. "I was set up," sobbed Janet in the empty house, "Tiffany wanted me to die, with Lauren's help." Her night was mostly sleepless, filled with nightmares of death and suffering. * * * * Janet spent most of the. She giggled and explained to them that she liked both guys and girls, used the ladies room in public, and had no plans to get sexual reassignment surgery. The guys may have been flirting with a little less enthusiasm, but Morgan wasn’t feeling bad vibes from them . Now that Morgan felt the guys might be into it, she steered the conversation in the direction of getting into some hanky-panky. None of the guys had ever been with a transsexual before, so they were naturally discussing among. "Campsite 17 was her fav, ma'am," said the other."I'm sorry to hear that, girls. Mine also died in a car accident, 14years ago." The memory still saddened my soul. "Anyway, here we are andhere is your tent. What's your dad doing?" They looked at each other yetagain. Hmmm, I thought."Daddy is sitting ahead on the trail waiting for us to return, ma'am,"the left one said."He needed a timeout again, ma'am," the right one said.Now I was curious. "Why a timeout? Wait. Before you answer, what are.
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