He turned when it clicked."Hi, Sis, why are you looking at me like that?" I talked to Ginger at lunchtime today, Ginger Wilson. Did you know she was a... 8th grader when you boned her?"He blinked at her and blushed."All this time you told me I was too young, that we couldn't do it, that I had to wait. I'm twice as pretty as Ginger. Well, aren't I?"He nodded and licked his lips watching her pull her soft polo shirt over her curly head and toss it on his bed. He felt his cock tremble and made a. Men just can’t measure up to that.”“I can see that I have a lot to learn about all this.Thanks for showing me what it is all about,” in my mostsincere tone.They chuckled together. “We haven’t shown it all to youyet, my dear.” I could see the delight in their eyes. “What do you mean?” I asked.“Tomorrow, lover, tomorrow. It is getting late tonightand we all could use some sleep,” Debra explained. “Nowlet’s go up and go. Plus, something was deliciously teasing about the whole thing. She could feel it just enough to feel excited, to feel on display. Amy thought she would have felt more nervous putting on an actual public performance for the first time, but it felt so wonderful, so awful, so right to be a spectacle.Gradually, Amy felt the nervousness wash away, replaced with desire and lust. She wanted nothing more than Alex right now, and to be his. To be marked as his, to complete the ritual. She grabbed his. I do sort of feel like Clint’s property now, so it’s like something sort of special between us. The tattoo part was okay. I actually wanted that. And like I said, I was sure Clint wouldn’t let anyone brand me. That would be just barbaric. But the other stuff about the other men really made me mad. It wasn’t a bit true what she said. Not at all. I mean, besides Clint, only Mr. Compton and four vendors and one other guy have had me. That’s only six guys not counting Clint. It’s not like a dozen.