“Let’s get started,” Selina impatiently said.Arlene looked over at the seven-year-old genius, who, not so long ago, spoke as if she were a colle...e professor teaching an advanced English class. Now, she had mimicked the speech of those around her to perfection. She was still the genius who continued to amaze them, but she had tried diligently to become ... one of them.Dessie and Phillip will be in for a shock when she sits down to talk to them. But ... why haven’t we heard something from them?. I sucked her clit in between my lips and shook my head from side to side. She came then for the first time. She shrieked and I imagined her mother listening downstairs. I plunged my tongue as deep as it would go into her and she pushed up against my face.I had forgotten what she had said about not wanting her ass included in our play. I slipped a finger into her tight cunt and wriggled it around. Then I pulled it out and ran it down and around her wrinkled asshole. She went wild! Apparently she. This one was just better because I met you. We were at the campsite drinking and having a good time with friends. BVJ means playing drinking games, listening to music and singing along terribly. I sat next to you, constantly finding little ways to tease you and keep you on edge. I whispered in your ear, asking if we could go for a walk. We left, taking a couple beers each, and took a leisurely stroll around the campground. For some reason the campground was quiet today. We ended up walking. But there was no way I could explain that to the threeharpies who now had me in their power. I would have to go along withthem until some chance arose me to get out of all this, and hope toavoid some of their "education".But now the whores had finished dressing me, and they forcibly propelledme towards a mirror to look at myself. Walking unsteadily on heels thatmust be at least six inches high, I surveyed the result of theircostuming.It was hauntingly, erotically strange. The shoes were indeed.