She grabbed her journal that sat on the table and an ink pen. She turned to a blank page. She stared at it for a few minutes before actually writing a...nything. Guilt ridden, she wrote these words: I am a slave to the pain and taste, feel and touch of sex. I breathe humiliation being thrust upon me like a child being chastised. Will the Lord ever forgive me for this habitual transgression – this lust of the flesh? I feel as though I can’t shake it. Every time I think I want to let it go, I give. Without me you would therefore become public charges; I suppose you understand that?" Yes, Ms. Jane," Daina replied, tears coursing down their beautiful cheeks as they bowed their head. "We know you have been very good to us and I want you to know that Lucy and I both appreciate it very much." I am glad, Daina and Lucy, that you realize this," she said. "Now your conduct will govern your own fate. I am sure that I won't be disappointed in you, girls" I hope, Ms. Jane," Lucy replied, "that you. Stopping for a burger sounds fine." How about McDonald's? There's one on the way. " Oh yeah. I've been wanting to try that new burger they've been advertising. What's it called?" Quarter pounder?" Jill asks."Yeah, that's it. Have you had one yet?" Yeah, they had 'em in California before they had 'em here." Figures... Iowa's always the last place to get everything. This fuckin' place is really Hicksville. Are the quarter pounders any good?" They're good... kinda expensive though. Hard to pay. .... Bitchboy"The words almost spat out .at meHer little bitch boy..... There was no denying it now. Forever a cum eating whore to entertain at her whim.Knowing it too, sitting in a little thong soaked in precum and my cock wet from the powerful orgasm she had let me have into my own hand.I could hardly look in her gleaming eyes.We both knew it..My fate had been sealed, as she turned back to pick up her phone to check on her messages and see if her stud had been back in touch to tell her to get.