I was torn. On the one hand, one of mine was in emotional pain, and I had a burning need to protect her, to make it all better. But, on the other hand... this was my slave, and she had obviously fucked up bad. That wasn't going to be good for her.It might not be good for either one of us.As she sobbed, I tried to think the situation through logically. I could only think of one thing that she could have done that would make her feel that I would disown her. Actually, I could think of two.I did not. It started in a subtle way, behind my back, fingers pointing, conversations that stopped when I came near, snickers and sniggers, and it developed to a situation in which everybody present was roaring with laughter whenever I came near.Being what I am, it took me months to figure that something fishy was going on. I still did not make the connection with the sleepovers though. One day, near the end of the school year, I cornered one of the guys and started asking what was going on. He avoided. When the Ith came upon the fallen tot, it hesitated. The Ith smelt the girl. She smelled of lilacs, a pleasing scent to the Ith. It poked at her face with a toe and a small bloody jagged line opened up from the slightest touch of the creature's talon. When she didn't move, it picked her up effortlessly with one of its arms. A small teddy bear clung to the little child's hand in a bit of a death grip despite her unconscious state. A priest came out then from a side door. The Ith recognized the. Wo niche gya or kafi deeply meri choot chatne laga,maine tange utha kar apni gand ka ched usse chatwane ki nakam koshish baar baar kar rahi thi.Lakin wo sirf choot chatne main mast tha.Aab main uske uper aa gai or uska towel hata ker uska lund chusne lagi.Wo meri choot chat reha tha or main uska lund chus rahi thi meri garam sanso or meri garam zib ki wajha se wo pani chor gya.wo thanda per gya uska lund sikur kar chota ho gya tha.Meri choot abhi shant nahi hui thi mujhe gussa aa reha tha..