They wouldn't understand that what I'm doing is for your own good. Do you know what they would do?"Amy shook her head."They'd throw me in prison. I'd ...o to prison and you'd go into foster care. You'd end up going from foster-family to foster-family, and what's more, you'd still be an uncontrolled slut. You'd end up pregnant, diseased. You'd end up on the street giving blowjobs for drugs. You hear me?"She nodded again."Alright then," he finished.When his second cup of coffee was empty, it was. The company I worked for had gone through such a hiring blitz in the last few months that it was hard to keep track. We had gone from twenty employees to well over one hundred in just six months. I was surprised we hadn't been on the news for single-handedly lowering the local unemployment rate. The "Please welcome..." e-mails had been flying about practically every Monday, usually in bunches, and the new employee meet-and-greet tours had stopped because they were so distracting. I felt bad for. I closed my eyes and lost myself in her sex, inhaling deeply. When I was finished, I opened my eyes to see her waving her fingers under her nose, inhaling the aroma of my arousal. Our eyes met and we smiled. I looked around quickly and saw we were alone so I moved towards her, put my arms around her and pressed my lips against hers. She held me as passionately as I held her, both of us pressing our bodies tightly together from shoulders to legs. Our passions fed on each other as our tongues. Anna had heard of her; her name was Peshka and she was said to be a witch. "The little slut won't bear," he said angrily as he walked through the door."Let me look at her," said the crone with a shrug. Sergei Ivanovich grabbed his daughter by the hair and pulled her over so Peshka could take a closer look. "She is young, yes?" No younger than she should be," scowled Sergei Ivanovich."She bleeds then." It was not a question. "Bend over, child," she said to Anna, not unkindly but in a.