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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
Grand Opening
Chapter Four
The next morning Cindy was found to have made the requisite spot
and left a bucketfull of herself in the pail to be examined; which everyone
took the liberty of doing, to the girlÕs mortification as she was led past
them by Veronica to the bathroom. There Cindy peed anew; then Veronica
drew another bath for her and she got into it. Veronica allowed her to
take her time sitting down; the girlÕs bottom would be scorched enough
today without the bath water adding to her tortures. Epsom salt was put
into the tub, just like last night, and as Cindy heard men murmuring in the
hall she wondered if she had a bottom anymore, or some roundish very
well tenderized piece of meat, split up the middle for the sake of
entertaining the group with her turds. VeronicaÕs gentle fingers once
again brought the girl to bliss; she was beginning to enjoy this place very
much, however frightful it might be somewhere beneath this half-
civilized veneer. She had never had such intense orgasms, and she still
had her hymen to boot!
ÒItÕs my job to pee on you today,Ó Veronica informed Cindy at the end
of her bath. The girl blanched; but after some fine poetic words about
female love she let the woman get into the tub, and stand over her spread-
legged. As Cindy sat hunched beneath, her eyes squeezed tight, but her
face uplifted and her mouth open, as Veronica insisted, the woman spread
her cuntlips and aimed; as well, anyway, as a woman can, which isnÕt very
well. ÒI want you to open your eyes, dear, and stick out your tongue,Ó
Veronica ordered Cindy. ÒWhen you see me start, go where I am pissing
and get it into your mouth. It is required; and good training for catching
menÕs sperm, since they tend to cum all over the place if thereÕs any
distance between your mouth and their cock. Ready? IÕm going to let go of
myself.Ó
ÒOh shit,Ó Cindy could only say, as she stared up into the womanÕs
cunt.
Pissss! Came the pee suddenly, and the girl did indeed move her
mouth to catch it, doing a fairly good job of it for a girl who had never let
a fellow female piss on her before.
ÒNow swallow,Ó Veronica said. But Cindy, usually so obedient,
spluttered at hearing the words. Out came all VeronicaÕs pee, and it was
lost in the bathwater, where CindyÕs gasping mouth spilled it.
ÒBad girl!Ó Veronica said. She slapped CindyÕs face. Not too hard,
but enough to make the girl start with fright, and tears burst from her
eyes.
ÒBoo! Hoo! Hoo!Ó Cindy cried. There was a slight red mark on the
cheek of her face where the woman had hit her. Veronica bent down
immediately and patted the girlÕs face. Then she sat in the tub and kissed
her. Cindy sniffled and stopped crying. She wiped her nose with the back
of her hand.
ÒYou are doing well, but you have two mistakes now,Ó Veronica told
Cindy. The girl looked as if she would break into tears again. Veronica
stopped her by kissing her lips and then saying, ÒYou are improving.
Yesterday just the touch of the menÕs pee in your open mouth caused you to
lose your poise. But today you took my pee, it is only when I told you to
swallow it that you failed.Ó She kissed the girlÕs cheek and rinsed her
with the bathwater. Then she lifted her up, taking her by her pretty small
hand, and brought her out of the tub, onto the rich shag rug waiting outside
it. She took a heavy towel and dried the girl, enjoying the feel of the
lovely blonde hair on top of her head, ending with a brisk rubbing of
CindyÕs short pussy hair, nearly sending her into bliss again. ÒLetÕs see
what the others are up to,Ó Veronica said to Cindy. And she led her out
into the living room, where the group, completely nude and not quite
refreshed from an abbreviated sleep, was planning to go sun bathing.
ÒDo not forgot your bottom punishment as you relax in the sun,
Cindy,Ó Robert told the girl as she walked just ahead of him, with
Veronica, out the front of the house and across the sunny grass to a place
where towels had been laid. Cindy halted in mid-step when Robert spoke
to her; she knew he was there, and furthermore she had giggled at his
cock, for after a nightÕs exertion it was no longer straight and full of
itself, but flaccid and shriveled. She felt safe from it, at least for the
moment. Perhaps that was why he chose to scare her with words, since
his penis, like that of the other menÕs, was presently incapacitated.
Veronica took CindyÕs hand and pulled her forward. The girl made an effort
to look back at Robert, to assure herself again that his cock couldnÕt rob
her of her cherry, but Veronica drew her under a low hanging branch of an
apple tree, and she had to dip her head just in time to avoid it. To RobertÕs
delight, following behind her, the bowing of her head to avoid the branch
caused her bottom to briefly stick out more. Robert admired its curve, its
still-childish high placed fat combined with slender hips. He loved the
sight of her thighs, tanned lightly, setting off her ass with its virgin
whiteness. He adored her curving calves, her bare feet. As she
straightened, on the other side of the branch, he gazed at her erect back
before bowing his own head, and part of his body, to avoid the branch in
his turn. Within a bowery of apple trees the towels lay, surrounded by the
trees and beyond it the high wall, with the flowers, and the front side of
the house. They would lay naked here. Cindy gasped when she saw a riding
crop lying on one of the towels. And then she was, under the
circumstances, surprised to see something else: on each towel was a
swimsuit. Some had both a top and a bottom and some just a top. They
were all bikinis, for the women, or Speedos for the men, of the very
smallest kind.
ÒThey are to preserve the whiteness of your bottom,Ó Veronica said.
ÒSo the strokes from your punishment show up better.Ó Cindy gasped.
ÒVeronica explained that the bras served the same purpose, for the tits
present, and that everyone would be wearing swimsuits because everyone,
in the course of their stay, might have to bare themselves to the
seemingly ever-present implement of discipline, the riding crop lying on
one of the towels. ÒNo one is spared here, unless they are very lucky. And
then perhaps they would count themselves unlucky if they were,Ó Veronica
added, betraying a knowing smile. There was genial laughter. Robert took
the towel with the riding crop, which was right next to the towel which
Cindy was led to by Veronica. The girl knelt down on her towel and made
to put on her bikini. It was new, she liked it despite its tinyness. ÒHere,
let me help you,Ó Veronica said after a moment, when Cindy became
confused by the strings. For, indeed, the swimsuit had more strings than
fabric! It was almost like trying to tie on a spider web. The girl managed
it at last, however, and she made to lie down on her towel. The swatch of
fabric covering her bottom went a little into her ass crack as she moved.
When she was lying flat on her belly, Veronica pulled it out for her. She
smoothed it across the cheeks of the girlÕs behind.
ÒOne good whack with this would slice a hole right in her bikini,Ó
Robert boasted. Cindy blanched. She looked at him, her long lashes
blinking with fright. But Robert was still staring at that part of herself
where he was wishing to aim his crop, and he laughed at how even the
delicately smoothed back of CindyÕs bikini, straightened by Veronica,
allowed a good quarter inch of the girlÕs ass crack to stick out above the
fabric. He liked the effect; she was clothed but only very strategically.
The slightest movement threatened to send her tiny panty-back shooting
up again into her ass! And he liked something else too: In his presence,
she had forgotten to walk voluptuously. He told her of this and her
frightened look increased. Veronica patted the girlÕs bare back and said,
ÒSo many mistakes, Cindy! But you will have a chance to pay for
them soon. In a little while, after we have enjoyed the luxury of lying on
the grass in the warm summer sun, a man will come. I do not want you to
be bashful when he arrives. We will all strip for him. He is a world class
executioner-- do not start, my child!Ó Veronica put a hand to the girlÕs
back, keeping her from bolting upright. In her stifled movement her panty
rear slipped into her ass, showing her naked cheeks. ÒWe are all
something of amateurs, but he is a professional. We will all, men and
women, expose to him what we have, lying here on the grass. He will take
us one by one or he will take us as a group.Ó Veronica paused, shivered,
her cantaloupe-sized tits quivering in her tiny bra. She straightened
CindyÕs panty back again. The girl gaped up at Veronica with fright, her
head turned, looking rather like a fawn flattened by a passing truck out on
the dirt road beyond the wall. ÒHe will come across the fields, on
horseback, taking the road the last half mile, just like you did,Ó Veronica
explained. ÒHis speciality is torture. No bottom is safe from him, male or
female. Innocence will serve you not at all for he began his career in
Saudi Arabia, seeing that the KingÕs little princesses, all under 12 at the
time, were obedient, despite their brattish English upbringing, to Islamic
law.Ó Veronica paused, laughed, straightened CindyÕs long blonde hair
where it went trailing down her suntanned back. Then she continued,
telling her more about their coming guest.
ÒThis man, this executioner, he told us in his letter to us of his first
day with the little princesses. He told the girls they were going for a
swim. He asked them to get out of their pretty Western clothes, which
they loved to wear, and they did this, after a little hesitation, seemingly
enjoying the naughtiness of being required to strip for this man. He led
them through their fatherÕs private desert to an oasis. It was just a little
walk from the castle, early in the morning, when the sand is still cool.
But just as the girls were ready to go splashing into the water, he had
servants jump out from behind bushes and grab them. The servants hauled
the girls, kicking and screaming, past the cool waters of the oasis. They
took them into a tent. There, donning a hood, the executioner hit them
with a strap, hard, until their little bottoms longed to be covered, I assure
you, in proper black chadors!Ó Robert and several others laughed,
listening, but Cindy only gasped, her bottom cheeks now quivering and the
panty-rear once more slipping into them. Veronica let the exposure of the
girlÕs bottom pass this time, unfixed, for she was eager to finish her tale.
ÒThe executioner was not entirely without generosity, however,Ó she went
on. ÒBefore making the girls get dressed he allowed them, weeping and
with their bare bottoms stinging, to frolic briefly in the water.Ó
ÒIÕm sure they were now extremely grateful for that!Ó Robert said.
ÒYes, and then he made them return to their parents dressed in their
little black robes,Ó Veronica said. ÒTheyÕre quite well-disciplined, he
tells us. They obey their father at the drop of a hat. Or hood, in the case
of a Saudi king!Ó
A woman in a bikini stood up. She went into the house and came back
out with a pad and pen in her hand.
ÒWhat would you like to drink?Ó the woman, a beautiful redhead,
asked the guests. Requests were made, languidly, from the towels. The
woman nodded, listening, then went inside with another woman and came
back out with what had been requested, bringing it on two heavily-laden
trays. Cindy asked for a gin and soda, though she only sipped it when she
got it, not used to the taste of alcohol.
ÒTch! You should drink more than that. If only as an anesthetic,Ó
Veronica said to Cindy. She chose a Bloody Mary and quickly finished it.
Suddenly, in the distance, the pounding of horse hoofs were heard. A
chill, worse than any Cindy had ever felt, raced up her spine. She realized
her panty back was in her ass again and quickly reached behind herself,
still lying on her belly, and yanked it out. With frantic hands she
smoothed it across her sun-warmed ass.
A woman in a bikini got up from her towel. She went out through the
veil of apple trees, past the thick trunks and under the apple-laden
branches. She unbolted the gate from the inside and swung it open. Cindy,
looking fearfully over her shoulder, was amazed at the slender womanÕs
strength. For the bolt was heavy, or looked it, and the gate was at first
slow in moving, forcing the woman to strain her lovely body when she
pulled on it, her tits nearly bursting with the effort out of her tiny bikini
top. The woman did not straighten her top after she finished. Instead she
reached back and untied it, and then threw it on the grass. As she was
hastily bending forward, her tits hanging ripe and naked in front of her,
pulling her panties down off her ass and from out of her clinging cunt and
down her legs, a small wind rose up. It played with the swim top lying in
the grass. The woman added to the windÕs enjoyment a moment later by
discarding her panties next to her top. Then she turned, and bent forward.
Offering her ass to the open gate, spreading her legs as if to pee, but
keeping her hands on her knees, she showed her bare bottom, which was
quite lovely to look at, to a brawny Arab who came rushing through into
the yard. All around Cindy the other guests took off their swimwear,
baring their naked bodies. They did not get up, however, but lay on their
towels, face down or face up, according to their preference. All of them
spread their legs, the men showing their balls and cocks more completely,
the women opening their cunts to the sun and the eyes of the man. He
gazed upon them, their muscular or slender white bodies. He gazed at the
woman bent over by the gate too, and he nodded to himself, seemingly
pleased with what he saw. Then his eyes stopped; he saw Cindy, she was
lying face down with her face buried in her palms. Her bottom quivered,
but it was not uncovered for him, in fact she had just reached down and
fixed her panty back again!
The Arab jumped down from his horse. He had a bare chest, quite
muscular. He wore purple-colored pantaloons that were tucked into boots.
The boots were almost knee-high and looked well-worn. But anyone
glancing in his direction would not have noticed his pants or boots, or even
his chest. They would have seen instead the bright scimitar stuck bare-
bladed through his sash, and they would, perhaps, have seen what was in
his right hand. It went blurring outward as he strode forward; a moment
later there was a howl from the bent-over woman by the gate as her bare
ass, so well-displayed, was given a bright red welt.
ÒYooooHOOOO!Ó the woman by the gate cried. At once she stood erect
once more, her bare breasts joggling wildly on her chest as her hands flew
back to grab her ass. Her howl ended in a sniffled gasp; there was no way
to avoid tears from such a fiercely applied stroke as that! A second
stroke, well-aimed and landing on the first, would surely have brought
blood, but the Arab strode on, forgetting the woman, and gazed at the
array of cocks and cunts and bottoms offered to his inspection. Including
the bottom which most intrigued him, right at the moment, one that
couldnÕt be seen owing to its little owner being disobedient about
uncovering herself.
The Arab walked into the ring of trees, bowing his head to avoid the
punishment of natureÕs branches. He pulled out his sword and swished it
idly above the offered cocks. Men, strong and daring, flinched beneath him.
he worked his way through the crowd toward CindyÕs little ass, the girl
still hiding her eyes, hearing his heavy tread on the grass.
ÒVery good. You are brave before Allah,Ó the man said to the men
under him, their dicks sticking up in the all-seeing glare of the sun. For
those few men who were unwilling to offer themselves he had a ready
answer: a kick in the balls, between their spread legs. It was not enough
to harm them, he knew just how to do it, but it certainly got their
attention! Over they rolled, at once, cursing themselves for having
disobeyed his explicit instructions that he had put in his letter. Grabbing
themselves, they offered freshly stiff cocks to his scythe-like sword, for
no man, facing such dire punishment in this sort of group, could resist the
cock stiffening pleasure of being so utterly put at risk.
By now CindyÕs curiosity was getting the better of her. She could
feel the manÕs presence, so close! Thinking he might not have noticed her,
despite the foolishness with her bikini, she lifted her head just a little
and turned it. Good God! He was looking right at her!
ÒYeeeeek!Ó Cindy cried. She hid her face again, too late! The man
reached down and grabbed her by the back of her panties. What was in her
ass crack came out; a moment later the girl was heaved up into the air, by
her little bikini bottoms, her feet wiggling and her arms flailing.
ÒWhy arenÕt you naked?!Ó the Arab roared.
ÒIÕm sowwwy!Ó Cindy cried, tears immediately coming to her eyes
and her hands reaching down to yank on her panties. To pull them down,
which was quite a stupid thing for her to do now, for as she hastily tried
to yank her panties down she nearly toppled forward and struck her head in
the grass. It was the Arab who caught her just in time, dropping his
sword, barely missing the torso of Robert who lay naked next to Cindy, his
cock stiff in the sun. The Arab grabbed CindyÕs blonde hair just before her
head would have gone torpedoing into the grass. The girl screamed again,
though the Arab was dextrous enough to catch her weight by her hair
without yanking it out. He swung her upright and grabbed her somewhat
more safely around her bare neck. He squeezed hard, momentarily cutting
her breath off. He felt her slender pulsing veins in her neck and knew he
could break her head off with just a jerk, perhaps even an unwanted
accidental jerk, of his hand. Again he was more gentleman than terror, at
least for the moment. He slipped his hand down under one of the girlÕs
arms and righted her, planting her bare feet in the grass.
ÒWhew!Ó Cindy cried, exhaling with blinking fright at what had just
happened to her. The abruptness of being pulled up, the firm almost
acrobatic way the man had saved her. Her tits had fallen out of her bra.
They juddered with her breathing, the tips both wiggling with nervousness
and the pang of sharp excitement.
ÒFinish taking off your panties. I want you bare for the whip,Ó the
Arab said to Cindy. The girl quickly complied, her absolute sense of fright
returning. She stripped off her panties and then went for her bra. By this
time the Arab had beckoned Veronica to stand up. As she did, her own
bikini already a little pile of strings on the grass, she untied the bow at
the back of CindyÕs bra. The girl pulled her bra free of herself and dropped
it next to her panties on her towel. The Arab picked three more females,
from the dozen available to him. They stood up, blinking in the sun, their
bodies naked and their most vulnerable and tender parts still white
against their tanning limbs and torsos.
ÒYou are the first I will torture,Ó the Arab said to the women. ÒYou
will each tell me any failings you have committed and I will select the
appropriate punishment. In the house, however, for I have been riding in
the sun and it is hot.Ó With a wave of his hand he ordered them in. They
went fearfully at first, buck naked in front of this stranger, then giggled a
little as they saw him coming behind with a bulge now showing visibly in
the front of his trousers. He ordered those remaining on the grass to have
an orgy. He told them he wanted to hear them from inside, and he assured
them that they would be able to hear those that were being punished. ÒFor
inspiration,Ó he said.
When he was inside with the women, all of them nervously holding
hands now like little virgin princesses, he spoke to them again. ÒI expect
complete honesty from you, ladies,Ó the executioner said. ÒI will punish
you as a group, each of you receiving a whip stroke on your ass for each of
your mistakes that you have made so far while youÕre here. LetÕs begin
with you,Ó he said to Cindy. For a moment Cindy simply stood between
Veronica and another woman, naked Beth, gaping at the executioner and
wondering how on earth she could bring herself to say what he wished her
to. Veronica and Beth squeezed CindyÕs hands. She gulped and then,
holding back a desperate new urge to cry, as well as a sudden unwanted
desire to pee, she said:
ÒI-- I failed to walk voluptuously this morning, in front of Robert.Ó
Cindy gulped again. There was silence, and CindyÕs eyes rolled worriedly
from the executionerÕs face to the riding crop he was holding and back
again, stopping inbetween at the frightfully large bulge that now stood in
the front of his trousers.
ÒAnd?Ó Veronica asked. Cindy frowned and looked at the woman.
Then, holding back new tears of fright, quite embarrassed and blushing,
she said,
ÒAnd- and- I wouldnÕt let some men pee in my mouth. But then I let
Veronica pee in my mouth!Ó Cindy hastily added. There was silence again,
during which time her gaze once more apprized the crop and the man and
his penis.
ÒAnd?Ó Veronica asked again.
ÒI let you... I mean I let her pee in my mouth. Sir,Ó Cindy said. Now
it was the executionerÕs turn to frown.
ÒHmmm,Ó he said, making one eye wince as if he were an Arab
version of Popeye. ÒJust a bit slow on the confessional there, my dearest
little one.Ó Cindy sighed with relief, hearing the way his sentence ended,
so sweetly spoken! But the man immediately made the girl shoot up on her
toes when he announced, ÒFour whip strokes on your ass!Ó
Cindy wilted. The two womenÕs hands she held now kept her upright
as, bending low, nearly falling at the ArabÕs feet, she howled,
ÒFour?! Four?!Ó
ÒYour fourth mistake was being slow to confess, and your fifth is to
challenge me now. Five strokes!Ó the Arab said.
ÒNO!Ó Cindy cried, more frightened now than sheÕd ever been.
ÒDo not send me past SIX!Ó the Arab roared, and Cindy screamed
ÒNO!Ó again, for he meant, as anyone could hear that her No had earned her
another blow from the whip. But alas, she with this latest ÒNo,Ó passed
six, and the seventh was not a whip stroke but a punishment of
impalement. As it would be for any woman so recalcitrant before the
Arab. Cindy tried to flee. But Veronica and Beth held her, and the Arab
took her from them, despite her struggling, as easily as some men pluck
the wings off of butterflies. He led the girl wild-eyed and frightened to
the groupÕs special room for punishments. The women followed, pointing
the way, half scared and half delighted, for now at last this little virgin
was going to get her due! Her first whipping, and at the hands of an expert
at that, a man who could break her in two with a whip if he wished.
Laughingly, their delight now conquering their own nervous fears, the
women helped the Arab tie down Cindy to a wooden X. The X was quite
wide in both its front and rear. Cindy found there was plenty of room for a
man to stand in front of her, if he wished, and use her gasping mouth as a
place to stick himself. Whether for sperming or (CindyÕs heart thumped in
her chest at this thought, despite her ÒprogressÓ earlier) peeing!
Meanwhile, in back the girl felt her legs spread so wide by the XÕs legs
that she feared her hymen would split. The X lay flat, giving plenty of
room in back for a man to entertain himself there as well.
Cindy looked with horror at her surroundings. She saw cages and
posts and pillories. She saw an operating room table. It was all so
terrible to behold, this and much else that her eyes couldnÕt stop blinking
in disbelief. the Arab checked her restraints on the X and then went to
select a whip. There was a whole wall full of them, at the back of the
room. They were long and short, broad and narrow, plaited and smooth. He
hung up his riding crop. He would use it later on more mature bottoms,
that could take the more difficult sting that it delivered. ÒShall I go easy
on her, or hard?Ó the Arab asked the women. They looked up from a
slender dildo they were greasing. They looked forward to seeing CindyÕs
cherry bottom split.
ÒHard!Ó the women cried. Their bare tits jostled and bounced off
each othersÕ as they leaned in close over the dildo.
ÒThen I must select a whip with two tails. To double her punishment
and make it more memorable for her,Ó the Arab said.
ÒNO!Ó Cindy cried.
ÒSweet Jesus, shut up, or heÕll flay you alive!Ó Veronica called to the
girl.
ÒGet her a gag or her mistakes will kill her,Ó the Arab said.
ÒNO!Ó Cindy cried, still not learning anything. Everyone had to laugh
at that, except of course Cindy, who was going to have to pay for it all.
Veronica spotted a pair of used panties lying on the floor; someoneÕs, from
some previous adventure. Not pausing to consider the cleanliness of the
garment she picked it up and jammed it into CindyÕs mouth. The girl might
swallow a few germs but it would spare her at least the innermost bit of
skin on her ass. There was grease still on VeronicaÕs fingers from the
dildo as she gagged Cindy. At the smell of vaseline Cindy realized the
women and the Arab were in earnest about impaling her. She increased her
struggling but the straps held her fast to the wooden X. She was in for a
good whipping at last, and at least the part of her that had amused the
crowd with a turd the previous day would be non-virgin when the Arab was
through.
The Arab was ready to apply the whip. But Cindy was struggling so
fiercely, despite the tightness of her straps, that he thought perhaps the
panties were somehow gagging her. After all, if she had a stuffed nose,
with panties wadded in her mouth, she could wind up like Chandra Levy.
Chandra was too young and beautiful for that and the Arab, considering the
matter for a moment, decided Cindy, who was almost a decade younger,
was surely too young as well. So he laid down his whip on the floor and
went forward and untied her gag. But, alas, the girlÕs youth should have
given away the reason for her intense wiggling on the X. It was of course
due to fear, rank fear. But not all of it was due to fear.
ÒI have to pee!Ó Cindy cried. The Arab frowned. It had taken some
work for his burly fingers to undo VeronicaÕs knot. Now he would have to
gag the girl all over again, unless of course he wanted to hear her say
ÒNOÓ some more, and turn her bottom into something that looked like it
had spent the day in a broiler. With her legs spread, looking like a turkey
waiting to be stuffed, perhaps a broiler was needed, but in the end the
Arab just decided to listen to her ÒNOÕsÓ and not count them anymore. To
try to stop her screaming he warned her,
ÒIf you pee, IÕll pee on you!Ó
ÒNO!Ó the poor uneducated girl cried, still not learning anything at
all.
ÒI think weÕre up to about 100 noÕs now,Ó a woman observed, not
without relish.
The whip was applied, soundly and without remorse, or with as little
remorse as a 15-year-old child could conjure up in a paid executioner!
When the Arab was finished, and CindyÕs bottom aflame, he told the women
to have at her bottom hole with the dildo. Again Cindy cried ÒNO!Ó. The
Arab warned her not to tighten her asscheeks, and especially not to say
ÒNOÓ again, or he would ram the dildo into her virgin cunt. This produced
the expected response, ÒNO!Ó
And then Cindy peed. Right on the floor, right as the women were
about to give her the dildo. This enraged the Arab. He yanked down his
purple pantaloons and let loose with his cock. He squirted CindyÕs flaming
behind with his ardent urine and the girl, after first howling at the shock
of the hot fluid, began to feel slightly better as it cooled, wetly, in the air
of the room.
ÒDamn, I have benefitted her, when IÕm supposed to be torturing
her,Ó the Arab said, marvelling at his mistake.
ÒThen perhaps itÕs your assÕs turn to be whipped!Ó the women cried.
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-- Naked little girls/politics: http://www.AlessandraSmile.com
Man/boy love: http://www.nambla.de Politics: http://www.lp.org
http://www.isil.org http://www.fear.org http://www.fija.org
http://www.aclu.org
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