I thought about both of them all the time, even at nine years old I was allot like my sister...sleek, slender, and almost too well-developed for my ag...e. I, like Thierry, had short wavy brown hair that was an honest style in '26 and milky white skin that was very delicate. The exception between us was that she was a little taller than I was, and her eyes were this diluted shade of sea-green, while mine resembled a shady blue. I never expressed my admiration for Thierry, but it occurred to me. "Now,do you want to give yourself to me fully? I don't want your marriage and outsidelife, just your body and sex. Well, do you want me to take you?" "Yes." My throat dry. From the side I just had a moments impressionof her hand about to hit me. Hit my tit. I tried to take out my hand from underme but couldn't in time. The hand slapped my breast hard and I bucked up inpain beneath her. Pain, yet my vagina pulsed strongly, everything seemed somixed up. "Mistress!" "Oh yes, Mistress! Sorry. Do you think the two of you could meet me there at one o'clock."Tara grinned as she turned to me. "Of course we can." I could see that her mind was working overtime and that she was already coming to some conclusions, almost certainly correct ones. "I bet I know what's gonna happen," she said after a couple of seconds, "you're gonna play snooker with these guys and we're gonna fuck whoever wins. Is that how it's going to be?"I couldn't help laughing. "Good guess."Teresa finished her sandwich. I am going to behumiliated and then jailed. But what could I do but play along withtheir twisted game? Men the world over and down through the centurieshad been known for torture, but only a woman could conceive of this sortof castrating spectacle."Come over here and let me do your nails, girlfriend," Michelle said.I complied, putting my hands out flat on the training room table, thesame table at which I had held court at my much-feared "all employees"meetings for so many years, the king of.