Larson! Jenny and I turned and looked at each otherand giggled. Jenny leaned into me and whispered "Do you think Grandmacalled him and told him he h...ad to be here?" That shared joke helped merelax a little more. Surprisingly, Mr. Larson began introducing me andJenny. We shook hands with Matt Johnson form the Daily, Sydney Hartlyfor the StarTribune as well as Megan Walker form Channel 5. I tried tolighten the mood a little by asking Sydney if she ever got grief overher name. She laughed. He watched her struggle with the urge to look up but knew she wouldn’t, though he knew that later she would certainly do something to provoke him, the need to be disciplined so great in her. He stood over her now and surveyed his prize, enjoying the sheen of her pale flesh through the spikes of the platinum dyed crew cut he had ordered her to get. She had carried out his mandate to her with perfection. As his eyes examined her form, he had trouble moving them off her perfect nylon sheathed. Or a poke from Bruce's massive rod and she couldhave it right now. It was tempting, and she needed it so badly. But shecouldn't, after all the times she had allowed him to do it, it nevergot any better. Anal, as Missy experienced it, was always rough,painful and humiliating. She could feel him back there, moving, probingher very soul. Oral was just as humiliating but she had some measure ofcontrol. And Bruce was so much more gentle about it, allowing her towork instead of forcing his pleasure. It was then when Cindy found out something about herself: being exposed like that made her wet. She thought about complete strangers looking at her picture laughing at her or getting themselves off, sending the pictures to their friend the next day. Being seen as a complete slut, even though Cindy even felt bad about touching herself, made her so horny she couldn’t help but masturbate while looking at herself, which in effect proved to be even more humiliating. At this point usually an orgasm.