We both went to Timmons, which was a private school for girls. Troubled girls mostly, the sort who don't play well with others. It was a good school t...hough, and a real one, not like a reformatory or a convent, or anything weird like that. It was just a very structured environment with a very high teacher to student ratio. It cost a lot to go there too, which I always took to mean that rich people had very spoiled children. Because that was the only thing wrong with most of my classmates, so far. He was nearly unable to force a single word from his throat.My mother was dead.It was during this nightmarish tableau in my subconscious that I fought to awaken; fought against sheets and terror and an invisible enemy that I couldn't defeat.As I lay in my bed, terrified simply because my intuition told me to be, the telephone beside my bed rang. Normally I am not a skittish person but the shrill sound was ominous. It was my mother. I started shaking inside when I heard her hoarse voice. "It's. " Yes, Master, can I please lick them? Can I please eat your cum? Please?" She supplicated from the floor, entirely filled with desire."Not yet, bitch, you have to earn it," he said, and his thumb found its way into her mouth. She understood and started to suck it like a hungry baby."Wow, my cum swallower is starving," he exclaimed surprised. She was already trying to unzip his pants."Stop right there, stupid slut. Did I gave you permission to undress me?"She stopped and looked at him with only. It was not the pain, almost unendurable though it still was, that caused this sign of emotion, but shame. The warm-hearted sympathy that this girl had just expressed served to remind her of all the unkind things she had said about her in the past and about so many other of the village girls. At this moment there was nothing she wanted more than to have them accept her as a friend. She had witnessed, with amazed and growing admiration, their stoicism as they had descended time and again into the.