I step back from the crack and try to hide myself from the mirror. “You’re touching yourself in front of a woman you just met in a dirty bathroom....You’re a slut, little June. Now look into my eyes and repeat after me: I’m a slut.”“I’m a slut,” echoes June robotically.“I have to be touched.”“I have to be touched.”“I have to be controlled.”“I have to be controlled.”What the fuck is going on? First of all, what is Reyna talking about? Second, why is June repeating her? I mean, I know June’s been. He groaned as he came shooting his sperm down my throat. I swallowed his delicious cum.After that, I became addicted to having sex with Barry’s Doberman. I wanted to feel his dog’s cock up my cunt knotting me all the time.--Barry loved eating my pussy and pretending to be my grandfather. He would swirl his tongue over my clit and lick deep into my folds.“Oh Grandpa,” I moaned thrusting my cunt onto his mouth.“That’s my good granddaughter,” he would moan back.The old man would eat me out and. ’ He did not squeeze.Holding her neck upright, he leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Are you scared, pet?”She was. She was terrified. She wanted to say no. A good girl would say no. But she couldn’t lie to Master, she just couldn’t. “Y-y-yes, Master.”“Be not afraid, my sweet. You have obeyed me in all things, and you are about to learn a new truth today.” He released her neck and ran his hands down to massage her shoulders.She felt herself melt into her arms and shiver as the fear and. Maybe it was simply because I had to get to know his family. The dinner was loud and questions were flung at me in every direction. Red Elk had to help me with some of them, as I didn't understand them all. But they all seemed so impressed with what I did know of their language. There was lots of laughs and sadness mixed into the conversation. I told them of how Red Elk and I had met and of my husband. I didn't tell them about how I came to America, thinking it was too soon. Maybe I wouldn't.