Master stands behind my marked-up body, and pulls my G-string to the side. I feel his rough fingers pressing some cold lubricant against my tight assh...le. Master leans forward and whispers into my ear, "Tell me, Penny. Where do bad little sluts get fucked?" I know the answer to that question. "Bad sluts get fucked in the ass, Master." "That's right, Penny. Now take a deep breath." I shut my eyes, bite my lip, and inhale deeply. I feel Master pressing his hard cock against my tight muscle,. Has seen in years. Fortunately, Auntie had an inground pool behind the stone walls of her lovely garden.I had taken full advantage of this luxury, honing my body in daily fifty lap sprints. In a few weeks, I had already dropped a dress size, my light skin bronzed, and my dishwater blonde hair bleached platinum. I enjoyed watching the muscles ripple under the tawny skin of my newly minted 5' 2" frame. The feel of my 'six-pack' abdominal muscles as I grazed my hand over my belly was a new. Josalyn wondered what had taken Eddie so long tonotice her and succumb to her charms. After all, everybody knew shewas more attractive than Donna. But that made her wonder. She'dthoroughly disliked Donna Winslow from the first moment they'd met.Could it be her rivalry with and animosity towards Donna might play apart in the reasons she didn't think much of her younger brother Ron.But first things first. She had to get ready for her date with Eddie;there was no time to fuss about that bitch. I think his honest smile helped him pull his sharp features off, as it and his in depth glance made you regard him positively.“This must be your sister, Becky?” he continued, “I hear she’s involved in some kind of genetic research facility?”I made the necessary introductions, before addressing part of what he’d said. “And, just so I don’t contradict anything they’ve said, just what have they told you about me?”“Oh, that’s right, they told me you weren’t aware of their machinations. Well, as you.