"Oh... Ohhh..." "Caress your clit." She instantly reached between her legs as if not needing the direction. As if it was the most natural thing in th...e world to do at that point. Yes, My girl was a slut. My slut. My own personal fucktoy. I had to smile again. Two fingertips reached for her clit and stroked slowly up and down its length. I continued directing her. "Rub it harder. Pinch your clit between your fingers. Keep pushing in those beads." She arched her back each time she pushed them. That was before we found out the biker's foot had been amputated though."Mr. Masters, I'm glad you came by to have this little talk with me. It is still very early days with your brother's case. The earlier in the process my associates and I become involved, the more we can usually do to effect a more favorable outcome. Giving that retainer to the young counsel to represent your brother at the arraignment won't have any detrimental bearing on how your brother's case is ultimately resolved." The. You created writing. You were the first civilization. You are superior to everyone else. You invented democracy. You are smart and everyone would be stupid to mess with you," we answered very very quickly."Now say ten bad things about yourselves and about Germans," asked Mistress Soraya.We discussed amongst ourselves until we heard the Mistresses telling us our time is up."That we are barbarians. That we are dirty. That we had no civilization till the Persians came. That we eat dog food. That. ”Only to myself, I thought. But that was a problem for a different day and for a conversation with a different person.“You know Mom and Dad will completely freak out, right? And that the prison reads all the mail?”“I used a pet name he called me and didn’t write anything about having sex or whatever. And it was sent from Rutherford, like I said.”“It’s dangerous. But I’ve said my piece and I’ll let it go. Well, that’s not true. If I think you’re in danger, I’m going to act on it, just as I did.