I throw out a few more names, begging you to stop, but finally we justsettle on the name Whore.It suits my look best, I am told.Done with the makeover..., I am released from the chair. The earrings, of course, stay on and I am dressed in thigh-highs, bra and panties, all inblack.The handcuffs are then put on again, locking my wrists in front of me.I am pushed onto the bed and you produce two dildos and lay them on mychest before grabbing the video camera."Whore, it is time for your debut," you. I'm 5'-3" tall and weigh 90 pounds soaking wet. I'm 13 and just beginning to notice that girls can be something besides a pain in the neck. My mother says that I am "cute," and nobody else says anything about my looks at all. My sister Susan, who is 16, doesn't say much about me one way or the other, but she does like to boss me around. Mom thinks that is "cute," too, so what am I going to do about it?My dad was killed in an industrial accident seven years ago at the chemical plant where he was. ’ They all seemed in agreement. After I secured the boat, the girls jumped out and we headed up the narrow path to the main house some 2,000 feet away. The last 100 were steps which had been laid with slabs of volcanic rock. The estate, a Mediterranean-style villa, greeted us with its wide-open design which allowed the sea breezes to easily pass through and carry the scent of flowers and the fresh, tropical air. At the front entry, several of my lovely female guests turned their attention. In the hallway outside of the cafeteria I caught a glimpse of her with the boy in the wheelchair off in one of the rooms.“I’m not using a wheelchair or holding myself up on yours. I don’t care how long it takes me to get there. I’m walking,” the girl said angrily.Looks like I might as well butt in. I’m getting good at dealing with hard-headed people.Paula took a rest while I went into the room, lifted the girl out of bed, and took her to sit beside Paula.“I’m already helping one zombie shuffle.