I hadn't even benefited from that, as she begun to come out of it by the time I found her.I'd been run out of town anyway."Ahh, fuck." I groaned as an...other pang assaulted my stomach. I stumbled to the side, falling from the dirt path, and leaned against a tree. I looked at my hands, at my unnaturally sharp nails; they were black and hard, nearly like obsidian. Everywhere I looked was a reminder of what I had lost; the black nails, the ashen skin, the path ahead; my slitted eyes could see well. – Yes you should: you couldn’t be any other way. Are you starting to be stupid again? – No master? no, I don’t want to be stupid?– Look at you: naked and barefoot except for your push up nylon stockings, standing at display for your master, allowing your brainwasher to touch your cunt. What all this make you?In her head, master voice screamed: ?A slave piece a meat! A slave piece a meat! That’s what you are, what you had always been made for and what you’ll be forever! Admit it! Go with your. " How did you know?" Let's call Vanessa and Marcia over, and I will explain it."As the five were gathered together. "Let me explain, why I called youall over. Brigitte isn't feeling very well. I am sorry to tell her, theproblems she is having will pass in a couple days. But they will returnin four weeks." Why?" asked the four girls in chorus."Simple. Brigitte is having her first period. And she will have oneevery four weeks."Vanessa, Marcia and Yvette started giggling."I wouldn't laugh too hard. My eyes moved drawn to her ass peeking out from the bottom of my football jersey, she wasn’t lying when she said she had nothing on underneath.An hour later as I was flipped some burgers over, when Mandy came through the door and out into the bright late afternoon sunlight with her sunglasses on, and she still had my jersey on, was she still naked under it? She looked so beautiful. The sight took my breath away.“Where is dad?”“He’s passed out on the couch, again.”Mandy then took off my football.