"Um. Not to treat women like meat and, ah, to treat women with respect." Caroline beamed. "Good boy! See? It's working. I can see you're going to be...a very apt pupiland I won't have to get you in trouble after all. But you forgot one thing..." Caroline frowned. William began to get nervous. He had no idea what else she wanted. He waitedbecause he didn't know what else to do. Caroline waited too. She waited because she wanted to make him sweat beforesaying anything. "To show proper. I cradled my left arm under Mom's shoulders and with my right hand, I touched that wonderful pussy of hers from where I first arrived in this world.It was at once a strange, wonderful, and totally erotic experience. My cock sprung to attention as my fingers began to fondle her wetness. Her cunt was pink and wet and so very soft to the touch. She had a much bigger clit than any women I had been with and it was very enjoyable to feel and touch. Mom spread her legs and moaned as my fingers began. What did it matter to them if she found herself sexy? She put on her denim shirt and old jeans, as well as some ripped up sneakers, before exiting her cell and going into the hall. She looked around; looking at all of the faces she had come to know. Harris, the old man who shot his wife and kids seventeen years ago, scuttled through the halls in his robe and slippers. They allowed him to stay in them since they figured he would die soon anyway. Samantha, the thirty year old woman who heard. It was only a few hours ago. I think.” She looked up at the strange sky where noon from Summer met midnight from Winter, the bright blue blending into the deep black complete with a blazing sun and a full moon on the verge of having an eclipse. But not moving at all. “This place is weird.”“Yeah, it is,” I said, my heart slowing.“You’re the amazing Becca Brittany, aren’t you?” the girl said. She had to be fifteen, just a little minx with a petite body, her tits little budding breasts. But she.