Dan felt good about giving her this advice but that was what he was trained to do.In thinking about how his now profitable business was going he start...ed flirting with an idea that was running through his mind. He knew one of the reasons for the profitability of what he was now doing was due to the low costs he paid for the examination equipment and the trailer and truck. Maybe what he was doing could be expanded and because of that he placed a phone call to Jerry Casey his old boss.After some. "Still proud Maddy? What did you think you were going to prove tonight? Your mine now, I told you that. I don't care that you have a life, a husband, kids, a job...none of that matters because I own you. That pussy is mine and your my personal slut. End of story." "Now the only question is" he said while advancing towards me "How will I once again have to prove that to you" He was directly in front of me and speaking again. I watched his lips form words while my knees grew weaker. Nothing was. Oh my, I gasped, my whole body melting by my brothers very accurate understanding of me. I was innocent like Cheerleader Sandy and yet I had a naughty side, a wild side, desperate to break out like Leather Pants Sandy. You are perfection, Jayda no matter what version of Sandy you want to be, he said, taking my hand and giving it a soft squeeze. I wanted to fuck him right then and there, to give myself to him unconditionally and would have if I wasnt in the Majestic Theatre just about to watch. When I thought about them collectively, I still called them my girls, but they weren’t girls any longer. Megan was seventeen and Evelyn sixteen, and they were fast turning into mature and poised young women. Back in the world we’d had in the U.S., they’d have been dating long before now and, as cute as they both were, they’d probably be collecting boyfriends like a philatelist collects stamps. There weren’t that many eligible boys on the island, though, and most of the young men around knew the.