" But I had no choice," Amelia protested, "It wasn't anything to do with me who fucked me, or how, or when."As she said it she knew all she was doing ...was adding to the punishment she faced, so she told herself to shut up. The punishment was light, by the standards of this harem, only six strokes of the thin cane across her buttocks with her blindfolded and strapped to a whipping horse. Of course, she didn't know in advance how many there would be, and they were stretched out over a period of an. The two victims jerked once and then slumped back in their seats, limp as noodles.Jim, or at least whoever was in his body, spoke first. "Untie me, Rocco. It's me, John. The deed is done." He calmly remained in his seat as Rocco approached and began to unbuckle the restraints.Jim on the other hand did not take it so well. He... or was it she? Jim certainly was no boy now! In any event, she opened her blue eyes and looked around. When she spotted her body in the chair next to her, she gave a. “What?” She was serious. A sane person would have said no immediately, but something inside me stopped that word from coming out. “What do you mean?” I wanted to know just how serious she was. “We have one more class today right? How about we sit next to each other, and instead of you pleasuring yourself, you let me handle things?” I was speechless. The first question I asked myself was ‘Is she serious?’. I didn’t want to say no, but I also didn’t want to say yes. “So?” She was waiting for an. “My dad ... umm ... it would be best if I explain that another time. It is why I am a lonely child and don’t have siblings,” she pulled out the next picture and showed the same image of her mother now holding a baby rat pup that was suckling from her breast. There was a look of peace in her face as her mother was cradling her infant.“That is you?” he asked.“I guess you already know of the birds and the bees, then?”“I know a little bit. My mom told me about ... what is going to happen to me.