My tits are stinging, the audience standing by give a little applause of encouragement, I am not sure if the applause is for me and my naked, puncture...d body or for Sonia. She leads me away as we walk the feathers rock back and forth, I feel every movement deep within my chest.We continue our walk a little further up the street where a dais has been placed overnight. There is a group of people ponies of various colours and sex. One “filly” that I can see is stunning, her figure perfect, she has. Mason introduced me to a life befitting me, and I can’t imagine going back. My sisters Gabriella and Marianna are different. They are my mother’s ideal. One older than me, one younger, and me smack dab in the middle. Both of them virgins. And me, the family slut. I wear my scarlet letter ‘S’ with honor and shame. Shame that I could never play the part of the good little Catholic girl. And honor because I love the feeling of power and euphoria that fucking gives me. Moving from our native Brazil. As a matter of fact I was beginning to. She wasn't my usual sort, but I'm a sucker for a posh accent, and she was slim, petite and moved well. Her hair was cut short and a shade of pale blonde. Not much tit, but her mouth, when she smiled, promised to be kissable and fuckable. She reminded me slightly of Emma from Aldershot ... I wonder if the police ever caught up with her.Angela stood on tip toe and, wetly and eagerly, kissed me. I tasted the gin on her tongue as it filled my mouth, and. Downstairs I found one of the spare girls in the kitchen, boiling the kettle.“I’ll mek it for ya,” she said helpfully.I peeped into the bedroom and there was Sandie, standing on the mattress on the floor, wobbling and apparently pretending she was on a trampoline.I entered and she just looked at me blankly.“Get bored, did ya?” she drawled. “She’s got a fookin’ fiancée, you know.”I stood on the mattress and wobbled with her.“It’s fookin’ disgoostin’” she continued. “Bloody tart.” And then she.