He gestured to a nearby booth and we sat down. A waiter came by with aglass of scotch and a glass of what looked like white wine. He took a sipand ges...ured for me to drink. I was a bit apprehensive as I looked at theglass offered to me."I assure you the wine has not been drugged in any way," he replied.I still was scared to drink. So he took the glass of wine and sipped ithimself and I watched him for a few minutes and he was telling the truthnothing happened to him. He placed it back down and. .O..Sorry”I slapped her ass harder than the first time and said, “Say Master you fucking slave”She said, “O…Sorry Master.”I slapped her ass again and started fucking her from behind and fucked her as hard as possible. This time I fucked her pulling my whole cock out till the head and pushing it in hard all the way. I fucked her like that for few more minutes and then pulled her head towards me making her bend on her knees, keeping my cock in her pussy. I tried fucking her like that but as you. It was as she’d feared. Her only hope was that her uncle was just drunk, and didn’t realize what he was asking of her. He still loved her, she told herself. He was just drunk.The 11-year-old slowly spoke up, and tried to sound as polite as she possibly could. “Uhm, Sir? I’d uhm, rather... just...”“I don’t give a shit,” came her uncle’s brutal reply. “Do it!”His friend laughed, and swigged his beer. Tina’s eyes welled up with tears. She stared at the camera, trying to see the man behind it,. "The Skipper looked concerned. "What happened to the pattern for the second bird? Why didn't the third bird end up like the second one?"The Professor smiled grimly. "The pattern for the second and third birds was lost when they touched a red crystal."The Skipper gasped. "That means my little buddy is stuck like that? His pattern is lost?"The Professor shook his head. "No. Observe these birds. The first one is the sample. The second bird looks like the first, as before. But this third.