It was a sad situation. Her father, Michael Taylor, divorced her motherwhen she was young. He moved to Boston and later married Nicholas'mother, Karen... a woman neither she nor her mother ever got along with.She visited her father and stepmother during the summers and over theholidays. But it all stopped when her father died. She was not allowedany contact with her brother after that.It was only a month ago that she learned of her stepmother's death. Oneof her father's cousins told her about it.. "Your a pig!" Finally she answered - rather loudly as well - before returning to that grunting noise she makes whenever I fuck her.And fuck her I do - frequently.I leaned forward, almost upon her sweaty back, and maliciously speak directly into her ear, "You forgot something mother!" I then stopped my thrusts and I could feel the need, the desperation and the understanding of my threat in the body beneath me.Quickly she grasps, "Master!" Good girl!" I restart my rapid and possessive thrusts -. ” My babysitter, Josh, just said not to worry, “I’ll handle this,” he blurted eagerly and sent my parents on their merry way. I stared blankly at the TV, in utter shock that my plan had in fact backfired. I didn’t even realize I was still sucking my thumb. I heard him come up behind me, fumbling with his clothes, once again completely still too shocked to realize anything. All of a sudden I looked up to see him shove his cock in my face. “So you are a little girl are you? Well I’ve got. "This way, dear. Come along," the redoubtable Miss James encouraged. "You will be needing your uniform, then you can start your classes."Linda had been less than thrilled with her previous school uniforms. She shuddered to think what monstrosities this prison would force her into. She found herself hustled along the hardwood floor of a gloomy passage, into a wider, brighter hall flanked by well lit classrooms. At the end of the hall, she was swung to the right and almost collided with a group.