Each time I’d been sold, my price was lower, and at that age, I was like a high mileage car; I didn’t get sold to a discerning owner with high sta...ndards and an intention to properly maintain his investment. I got sold to whoever would pay the knockdown price for me, despite my age and condition, and like many old cars, slaves like me were often neglected and badly treated.I stood by my uncomfortable bed, and, almost wetting myself with fright, waited for my new owner. When a beautiful young. Ed got to be with someone I very much wanted. Not his fault she didn't like girls. So one morning I woke up and I knew I didn't want to wake up without him there. I told him at breakfast that he needed to go jewelry shopping. We'd been married seven years when we decided. Inga didn't have a chance. Ed is Norwegian and I've said most paper plates have more color than me. And altho I despise my natural blondish hair (and it's been every color except that since I was allowed to dye it) I think. Linda adds, you know that Pam and I get alot of attention when we are out together, well you know we both adore your penis, it isn't that it is small, it's just that there are some really huge ones out there.Pam is now sliding her tongue up and down my cock, making it shine. Linda puts a hand on my shoulder and says we just need to show you. I know you don't think there is anything wrong so that is why we have you here in the chair so we can do an intervention for you.Pam now gets up and moves. They started shakingtheir hips and moving the pom-poms from the left to theright.Friday morning Paula got dressed in a white tee shirt witha pink Valentine heart in the center, pink pants andsneakers. She went down to grab some pop tarts forbreakfast and headed out for a for a bike ride. A littleextra exercise before afternoon cheer practice.Taking off her tee shirt, sneakers and pants that night,she headed into the bathroom in her bra and suntan thigh histockings. She slipped her stockings off.