Since I had stopped having sex with my grandfather, and our trips to my grandparent’s had dropped from almost weekly to once every two or three week...s, I spent most of my weekends out of the house, barely checking in every once in a while, and during the week, as long as I had dinner ready when she got home, my mother barely paid any attention to what I did or where I went afterwards. I had plenty of opportunities to get away for a good fucking, with female and male partners, without her. As soon as I tried to move and the soreness in my ass and jaw screamed at me, I knew it was real! I started to get out of bed when I felt cum dripping out of my ass, it was definitely real! It was Saturday morning, which meant we had a half day today, but definitely not an easy day. We had an hour of drill followed by a fifteen mile march. I smiled to myself, the idea of “drilling” had a whole new meaning! I got dressed in my PT uniform and headed down to the drill area. I felt like I was. ? Jack said with a laugh. ?Well. That's not quite true. I will hand you over to the whorehouse ownereventually.? Jack corrected himself. ?Please no. I am not a whore.? Tess was frightened. ?You are right. You are only a wannabee whore at the moment but after I getdone with you, you will be a whore trainee, even if you won't be a full fledgedwhore by the time we reach the mainland.? ?At least you will have completed your basic training.? ?Please you can't do this to me.? Tess was sounding. In her hands were the French knickers I had stolen from Auntie Ellie a few years ago. I had no idea what to say. I hadn’t been in my flat long. I hadn’t even looked at them since the humiliation.She looked at the label.“Fantasie… kinky make, Zack,” She shouted.“Is she better than me then…hey…” She continued.She messed about with them and expanded them out in front of her. They did look big as she held them out. Each of her delicate small hands holding one corner of the frilly edges. She was.