No worries. The parties constructed to safeguard such power has long since disappeared into the annals now.Here are the tenets of the Drawbook needed ...to use it at its most minimum functions:1.) Write the name of the person, group of people, or body (while thinking of the one you mean) on the top of the page.2.) Draw either a circle, square, or triangle. Words will automatically fade in; they will all refer to some kind of concept, sentiment, or action/deed.3.) In this shape, whatever is written. She was very very slippery and warm inside. I pulled my head from her clit as I watched my fingers moving into her. I pressed my thumb against her clit. She held onto my hand then and moved her hips as I heard the squishy sounds from inside where my fingers were slipping through her juicy cunt.She had her head up looking at my hand she was holding there and said, "One more finger Peter!" I slipped a third into her, curling up my little finger so it wouldn't get hurt when she pushed my hand. “Prove yourself,” he needn't say more. I nodded, yes. Leaning forward, I placed a kiss on the swollen head of his cock, a simple symbol of worship. I kissed the soft skin at the tip and began my worship, snaking my tongue around his crown. I wanted to take him in my mouth, to taste his greatness but that is not what Master wanted from me at this moment. I stood then climbed onto the bed to straddle him, my hand held his cock as I lowered myself down upon him. Feeling his taut cock at the edge. I hadn't read her file but from what I'd heard, her father applied for the school to take her because she selling her body to pay for drugs for her boyfriend. It seemed that she occasionally did drugs too and the police picked her up while she was with a client and both were high on pot. At the time she was still only seventeen but only weeks from her eighteenth birthday. With the agreement of the police superintendent known to her father, she was never taken to court but enrolled in the reform.