‘Please Jay, sir.’ He pulled me to me knees and forced my face against his cock. ‘From now on I own you. You are one of my whores, my bitch, my ...cock serving, ass eating, cum drinking slut. Do you understand me fag?’ I was so shocked I paused, he tugged on my hair hard, ‘yes sir.’ What else could I do. ‘If you really understand that you are my sexual property then tell me you submit.’ No time seemed to pass before I replied urgently, ‘I submit sir.’ ‘This isn’t just a one time thing, this isn’t. Fortunately, none of her school friends had witnessed the event that closely.Morbius had said that the simplest plans were the often best and picking her up from the side of the road in the fading light presented only a small risk. If they suspected observation, there always existed the opportunity to abort the operation and perform some innocent activity such as a trip to McDonalds.As soon as the girl was safely ensconced in the car, Morbius had produced a hypodermic needle and injected her in. "Last ten swats my slutty princess," daddy was growling again. He walked around behind me and came back with all 9 former switches in one hand. "No! Please?" I was crying, scared and unsure my young body could take anymore. He didn't want to hear it and slapped my mouth. Then he rubbed his fingers around my clit. His fingers slid through the puddle forming between my legs."Your body seems to think you're ready," he voice was a hot whisper against my ear. He stepped back and delivered a blow to. It all started one evening in late October. The phone rang, and I answered it. On the other end of the line was a woman’s voice that I didn’t recognize. She sounded like she was in a panic. The woman asked: ‘Hello, is this the number for Yvonne Noire?, ‘ ‘Yes, it is, but she is now Yvonne Mohr. Let me get her for you.’ Yvonne picked up the phone in the study and I hung up the extension in the living room. Ten minutes later, Yvonne came into the living room with a very concerned look on her.