I run my hand through her hair again as mommy laps and sucks at that little nub. “You are our beautiful, beloved pet, little girl,” I say, and lea...n forward a little rubbing my fingers over her dripping pussy, before pulling back and tasting mommy’s and her juices together.I watch as she shudders, her pussy clenching and drooling as the shame kicks in.Shame, the feel of mommy’s tongue, the taste of my balls are making her so horny, so submissive.She wiggles her hips a little and lap at my balls. "I don't know, Helm," she answered. "I have absolutely no fuckin' idea. You know how I get going about feminism"—he made a face—"OK, so it's not your thing, you got a pecker and I got a snatch, and so what is how I see it. Anyhow, I was going on about that a little, talking about young girls who decide to wait to have kids, and then she was off like a rocket." Well, it's a good idea to wait for children, I go with you that far," said Edmundson. "The colonel's wife did that, too, she has to be. She sold for $2200, not bad, in fact one of the best prices of the evening they told me. The Hall took their ten percent, and I was rid of my mistake.I stuck the money in my pocket and drove down the road to the hell-and-brimestone church where they sold and rented young girls, run-aways and abandoned kids, homeless for whatever reasons. I had gotten a couple of good lays from them, just girls for a week or so, disposables.They had nothing I wanted, just a bunch of soft, beat-up sluts.So I had. I’m likely to be the only one of them you’ll ever meet.”“Well,” Mr. Grant asked, “then who are you?”“I’m Andy Trainor, a member of this church. Once upon a time, I was a member of the MYF chapter that Marilyn led. I’m an Electrical Engineering student at the U of I. What more do you want to know?”“What fraternity do you belong to?”“I don’t belong to any. I live in a dorm, and never tried to pledge.”“Don’t you think,” Marilyn’s father asked, “you’re missing out on part of college life?” What in.