The front porch light turned on and she heard the recluse, cranky ole teacher open the heavy wooden door.When he saw the white bare assed cutie on his... porch and heard the loud unladylike sound.The Halloween Brat had taken his pumpkin and the stink coming from his lit Jack-O-Lantern, said burning Doodie Bag.The culprit on his porch had caught her foot ankle deep in his wooden rotting porch had blocked the squirming brown shoulder length senior schoolgirl’s escape.Julie frantically with a last. Definitely not Jack, and yet, had a bit of Jack in her, something that got everyone relaxed, disarmed, and feeling more open and stuff.No wonder Jacob was into her. Elders were ancient, and all Kindred pretty much universally agreed elders were kinda fucked in the head, too. Being super old could do that, but it was also cause elders took long torpors when their blood lust got out of control. Decades of sleeping, crazy torpor dreams, yeah, that shit did strange things to their minds. So if the. I didn't really think anything of it. We watched TV for a little while, and then she told me she was hungry. So I went into the kitchen and opened the Refrigerator. I bend over to get some jelly from the bottom drawer. When I did I felt something touch my butt. I grabbed the jelly and bend up quickly to see her standing right behind me. I looked at her and she was staring at me. I quickly made her a PBJ Sandwich and told her I was going upstairs to take a shower. I got to my bathroom and locked. All attention towards the screen was diverted at the sacred word. Master J smiled. Yes, Lot 23 is a virgin. Her training was completed without touching her virginity, and tonight, one of you lucky men will be able to take her hymen right here on this stage. Master J was going down in history as the best auctioneer ever, thought several men as their dates were ignored. A virgin slave was incredibly rare – most of these girls were foreigners, brought over on the black market, but there was one.