And Irene gave her cunt and tits freely to the boys. Strange, but that was just how it was. Not to forget, that she was at the beginning of her pubert...y with the awakening of sexual feelings in her.Still today this scheme of thinking is the driving for ce behind her submissiveness, exhibitionism and sexual behavior. Just one last sentence on that: Irene hates to talk about all this, so we better not care and talk about that. Instead we love/fuck her and she needs to be fucked/loved.—The day. As she bent to lay the tray on my lap I was treated to the sight of her magnificent breasts, the nipples puckered and hard. “This breakfast better be bloody good woman.” I groused good naturedly as Stevie laid the tray on my lap. “Oh yeah? And what if it’s complete crap?” she asked as she leaned in for a quick kiss. “You’ll be on the business end of a damned good spanking lady!” She laughed. “And the down side is…?” Jumping into bed beside me she reached for the paper. “I had a look through. Running down the hall, shrieking in that nasal Midwestern twangabout seeing circles and feeling colors, no one thought for an instant abouthelping the poor bastard. Later that night, security caught him defecatingin the faculty urinal while atonally singing Bob Seger songs. He wasexpelled, and his family was suitably appalled. They sent him on asix-month Outward Bound retreat with other children of privilege found withsock drawer pot pipes and glovebox heroin stashes. The stories about. “Don’t worry honey, there is nothing you can screw up so badly that my master can’t fix. I would recommend being a little smarter with your spell casting though. Luckily I stopped your outfit before anyone saw it walking around on its own.” Arianna giggled.“Good point. Well, when does it wake up?” Kate said while sheepishly looking toward her bed.“I dunno. Probably anytime I guess. Oh, and if I’m not mistaken, you animated a piece of clothing soiled in your vaginal fluids, right?” Arianna.