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WARNING:  This story is only for people interested in sexual arousal.  (i.e. 
no vice squads, district attorneys, F.B.I., Interpol, dildopol, C.I.A., or 
Canadian Mounties.  You may proceed to the Justice Department public 
service page.






    The UNITED STATES JUSTICE DEPARTMENT public service page

         The Justice Department protects our national heritage from the 
scourge of foreign invidiousness and domestic criminality, equally.  The 
Justice Department mission is a tri-partite one, consisting of 
coordination between national, state, and local agencies.  In addition to 
this tricameral arrangement, Justice Department officials are trained to 
work with overseas personnel in threat assessment, threat management, 
and operational readiness assignments.
         The PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES oversees Justice Department 
activity, in cooperation with members of Congress, and under the 
observation and guidance of the nine justice of the UNITED STATES 
SUPREME COURT.
         The divisions of the JUSTICE DEPARTMENT are as follows:
         1.  HEAD of the Justice Department.  This position is filled by an 
appointee of the PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES with the cooperation 
and advisement of the Congress.  His functions include presidential 
briefings, departmental oversight, departmental coordination and junk like 
that.




                                               Author�s Note:

         People sometimes wonder how I do the research necessary to write 
my stories.  Do I have a free pass to the Playboy Mansion?  Do I get to push 
around Larry Flint�s wheel chair?  Am I a literate seventh grader?
         Actually, I look at magazines.  Here are my resources for some of my 
latest stories:

         1.  The Economist magazine, November 17, 2001, pg. 38.  Here we see 
a beautiful Brazilian girl, about 13-years-old, with her mouth wide and 
screaming.  Is she about to suck cock?  Is she having her pussy eaten?  Is 
something being shoved up her ass?  (Well, all three, depending on which 
chapter of which story of mine you�re reading!)  In fact, she�s cheering her 
favorite soccer team, but you would hardly know it with the Economist�s 
caption under her photo, which reads, �more agony than ecstasy.�  Veteran 
readers of the Economist will know that it is a delightful source of 
photographs of all sorts, not least of beautiful young girls!  (And little 
girls too!)

         2.  A page from a 15-year-old American Express catalog.  It pictures 
a 9-year-old girl in pajamas with her hair pinned up like some junior �I 
Dream of Jeanie�.  She�s seen from the side as she decorates a Christmas 
tree.  The purpose of the ad is to sell watches, but I swear, this is the 
best Christmas photo I�ve ever seen, except for some nude Jenny McCarthy 
Playboy photos in November 1994.  

         3.  Since the 9-year-old in the American Express ad has her pajama 
bottoms on, I make up for this unfortunate fact with an old Penthouse 
Variations photo, featuring a bare-bottomed woman eating out another 
female.  Unfortunately her ass crack is cut off, alas!  (Maybe there was 
something coming out of it?)

         4.  A photo from an old Centurians catalog.  The caption above the 
photo reads �Japanese Bondage�.  It shows a young girl with a beautiful 
face.  She has marvelous big tits but they are obscenely distorted by ropes 
wrapped tightly around the upper halves of her breasts, making her tits 
look like squeezed milk jugs.  Just in case she�s thinking of getting free, 
her arms are bound behind her back.  But, lest this prove too comfortable, 
another rope runs between her legs, where it rubs against her cunt.
         Usually Centurians just has tiny photos in their catalogs but I guess 
this month they were feeling generous because the photo of this girl is 
large.  The best thing about this photo is that the girl isn�t some slut.  She 
looks like a very well brought up Victorian schoolgirl who unfortunately 
ran into the Marquis de Sade.

         5.  Just to keep things cooking, I have two photos of the same girl 
torn from two different issues of Penthouse Variations.  The girl is ready 
for torture, as she is tied spread eagle to a bed.  But her bonds are velvet 
ropes, with tassels, and the bed is sumptuous, consisting of a series of 
padded squares.  She�s even been adorned with a tiny gold wrist bracelet.  
Obviously her master loves her, even if he�s going to make her scream. 



                                        Andrew Roller Presents
                                   NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
                                                       in 
                                              Night Games

                                           Chapter Twelve


         Cindy knelt on the floor, coloring in a book.  It was a book about 
Lousy Mousy, and Alicia, her dear sweet mother, had bought it for her 
earlier in the day when they went out shopping together.  Cindy�s mother 
was liberal in her views and she allowed her young daughter to run around 
their house naked.  But soon Daddy would be home, and he was not so open-
minded.  In fact, he was quite strict.
         Alicia looked over at Cindy�s round upturned behind as she knelt on 
the floor.  It was such a precious looking pose, one the little girl had no 
doubt adopted unconsciously, for she was only just starting kindergarten 
and what could such a young child know about sex?
         �Honey, daddy will be home soon,� Alicia told her five-year-old 
daughter.
         �Okay, mommie,� Cindy answered.  She colored for another five 
minutes and then, after being reminded of her father�s imminent arrival a 
second time, she showed her mother the colored-in picture of Mousy Lousy.  
He was hitting Bud Bear on the ass.  �Look, mommie!� Cindy told her 
mother.
         �Oh, what a pretty picture!� Alicia gasped, though the picture was 
mostly scribbles.  Cindy had some more coloring to do before she learned 
to stay within the lines.  �But daddy will be home soon, dear,� Alicia 
repeated to her daughter.  �He mustn�t find you still running around.  Daddy 
and Mommy want to have some private time together.�
         �Oh, mommie!  Do you mean I have to take a bath and go to bed?� 
Cindy whined.
         �That�s exactly what I mean, dear,� Alicia told her daughter.  �Run 
upstairs and start your bath.  Don�t make me do it.�  She put out her hands 
and drew the girl in closer to herself.  She was sitting in the kitchen 
chair, and, unlike her daughter, she was not naked.  She was wearing a 
baby doll nightie, and only someone as young and innocent as Cindy would 
fail to guess what Daddy and Mommie�s planned private time was to 
consist of.  �My, you�re such a growing girl!� Alicia said to the 13-year-
old.  �Your kindergarten teacher is going to be amazed when she sees how 
big your breasts are.�  Cindy looked down at herself.  Still holding her 
coloring book with one hand, she put her other hand, in which she held a 
crayon, to her lips.  She sucked on the crayon a little and then said,
         �I hope the other kids don�t tease me.�
         �I�m sure they won�t,� Alicia told her daughter.  Suddenly Ben walked 
into the room.  Cindy whirled about, fear on her face.
         �Daddy!  I didn�t know you were home!�  Ben, who had been home all 
along, answered,
         �I came in the back door.  You left your tricycle in the driveway.�
         �Oh, no!� Cindy cried.
         �I hit it again.  Now I�ve put it away for you,� Ben told Cindy.  At the 
same time as he was reporting this bad news, he began unbuckling his belt.
         �NO!  Daddy, don�t beat me!� Cindy cried.  She pressed herself into 
her mother�s arms.
         �Cindy, that was very bad,� Alicia told her daughter.  A tear 
appeared in Cindy�s right eye and she gasped as Ben strode up to her.  But 
he did not grab her, not just yet.  He had a daughter to raise, and he wanted 
to make sure she was in bed and up in the morning so she could get good 
marks in kindergarten.  Lovingly Alicia embraced her daughter, who 
clutched at her tits through her nightie like a baby needing to be fed.
         �Take her upstairs and see that she bathes and gets into bed,� Ben 
told his wife.  �I�ll be up later to deliver her punishment.�
         �Oh, daddy!  Please don�t!� Cindy cried.
         �Twelve strokes of the belt, little girl,� Ben told Cindy.  �And if you 
play in the tub like you did last night, I�ll raise it to twenty.�  Cindy leapt 
out of her mother�s arms.  She ran for the stairs.  As Ben watched her 
little legs flee, and the pumping cheeks of her endlessly darling ass, she 
cried, �I�m taking my bath right now, daddy!  You don�t have to spank me!  
I�ll be in bed in five minutes!�
         Ben and Alicia were embracing on the sofa when Cindy came 
downstairs.  She was as naked as ever, her PJ�s nowhere to be seen, and 
her hair as dry as ever, though she�d masturbated for ten minutes sitting 
on the toilet while letting the bath water run into an empty tub.  In her 
right hand, which was wet from her pussy, she held an erotic novel.  
�Mommie, I can�t sleep,� she whined.  �Would you read me a story?�
         Alicia, who had finally been getting the attention her pussy was 
craving, after being brought so close to the brink by Cindy�s tongue at the 
party, looked up with honest anguish at the young girl.
         �Cindy!  Ben and I were having our private time together,� Alicia told 
the little girl.
         �But I want a story!� Cindy insisted.  Ben looked at his wife.  The 
present she had bought for him was proving to be wonderful.  She was even 
playing along with his secret fantasy of having a daughter, and belting her.
         �You certainly are a demanding daughter,� Ben said sternly to Cindy, 
secretly grateful that she was giving him every opportunity to punish her 
darling behind.  It seemed made for discipline, the young cheeks arching 
out saucily, the line between them tight with promise, the hole within 
reputedly deflowered but obviously in need of much more.  And to top it 
off, the girl was a virgin!  �Did you take your bath?� Ben asked Cindy.
         �Yes,� Cindy told him.  The man stood up.  The girl flinched as he 
came up to her.  He took a handful of her lustrous blonde hair.
         �You either did a very good job of drying your hair, or you didn�t take 
a bath,� Ben told Cindy.  He turned to his wife.  �Take her upstairs,� he 
told Alicia.  The young woman got up.  Cindy smiled awkwardly, had she 
fooled her parents?
         �I don�t need a bath mommie I already took one,� Cindy told Alicia.
         �Upstairs, little one,� Alicia answered in a no-nonsense voice.  
Cindy dropped her book and went scurrying back toward the stairs.  Ben sat 
back down on the sofa, and when the two women were out of sight he 
yanked out his dick and desperately rubbed it.
         �Bend over more.  I have to powder your bottom,� Alicia told Cindy.  
The girl had not bathed but in the story they were creating for themselves 
she now had, and it was time for a treat Cindy had not been expecting.  
Hunched on a table specially-built for the purpose, she looked back at her 
ass and watched with wide-eyed wonder as her �mother� sprinkled baby 
powder on it.
         �What�s that for?� Cindy asked her mother.
         �It�s so you don�t get diaper rash, honey,� Alicia told her.  Cindy 
looked alarmed, and it was real, not faked.
         �Diapers?  I�m not a baby!� she cried.
         �You never know when you might wet the bed,� Alicia told her 
daughter.  She had every intention of diapering the 13-year-old but just 
then Ben put his head in the door.
         �Has she had her bath?� he asked his wife.
         �Yes,� Alicia answered, though she and Cindy had only left the living 
room two minutes ago.
         �Good,� Ben said.  �She gets dirty playing naked around the house all 
day.�
         �She just refuses to wear clothes,� Alicia said.  She shook her head.  
�Now she won�t wear her diapers.�
         �What?� Ben roared.  �She�ll wet the new mattress we bought for 
her.
         �I know,� Alicia said.
         �I won�t wet the bed,� Cindy said, wondering if her hosts really did 
think she was still too young to control her bladder when she slept.
         �I�ll be downstairs if she needs any discipline,� Ben told her wife.  
And then added, �In addition to what she�s already getting, of course.�
         �Alright, dear,� Alicia said.
         �I don�t need any displeen,� Cindy said, mangling the word.  Alicia 
rubbed the baby powder into the girl�s bottom.  It was soft as silk, and 
deliciously white.  Her husband�s belt would make lovely red marks on 
such rich young flesh.
         �I�m going to read you a story now,� Alicia told Cindy.
         �Goodie!� Cindy cried.
         �Get down off the table,� Alicia said, and Cindy obeyed, hopping 
down, her lovely 12-year-old tits bouncing with unabashed delight.  The 
story proved to be an erotic novel as as Cindy sat on her mother�s lap, in a 
chair in her room that was decorated with teddy bears on the walls, she 
secretly diddled herself with her finger between her naked thighs.  Finally 
her mother caught on, despite the fact that her daughter was innocently 
sucking her thumb, and she said,
         �Honey, are you playing with yourself?  You know I told you to keep 
your fingers out of your pussy.�
         �I�m not, mommie,� Cindy lied, and kept right on diddling herself.
         �Yes you are, dear,� Alicia said, looking down at her daughter�s hand.  
She reached down and plucked Cindy�s fingers from her dell.  She put the 
little girl�s hand to her own crotch.  �There.  That�s better.  Play with your 
fingers there, honey.�
         �Alright, mommie,� Cindy said, and soon the woman, who was only 
20 but felt suddenly, on this night, maternally older, was gasping.
         �Is something going on in here?� Ben, who was in fact rubbing his 
cock as he spoke, asked, appearing suddenly in the doorway.
         �No daddy,� Cindy lied.  Alicia, gasping, motioned for her husband to 
come into the room.  When he had, coming up to his wife and the daughter 
who sat poised in her lap, Alicia, in whose dell Cindy was still playing, 
told her daughter,
         �Daddy has something for you.�
         �What�s that?� Ben asked, reaching for his belt again.  But before 
Cindy could leap out of her mother�s lap Alicia said, 
         �A lollipop.�  It did not take Ben even a second to realize what part 
of himself got to play the role of the lollipop.  He presented his cock to 
Cindy, who drew back from it a little uncertainly, and not entirely from 
play acting.  It was an excellent cock, but the man was so much older than 
her!  But he stuck it out at her all the more urgently and so in a quiet voice 
Cindy finally said,
         �Thank you, daddy.�
         �Aren�t you going to lick it?� Ben asked, after the girl remained 
chastely in her mother�s lap, sinning only with her fingers.
         �I think I�ll save it for later,� Cindy told Ben.
         �When I buy you something, little girl, I expect you to eat it,� Ben 
said with a sudden desperate urgency that was not play-acting at all.
         �But daddy, candy�s bad for me!� Cindy said.
         �Stick the fucking thing in your mouth!� Ben cried suddenly, for it 
was agonizing to have the 12-year-old�s pretty lips so close and his wife 
willing to see him pleasured, only to have the damn minx resist.
         �Oh, God!� Cindy gasped.  She opened her mouth.  She had to open it 
very wide, for he was enormous.  Or at least, if he wasn�t super big, she 
was going to pretend he was.  �I think you�re too big for me, daddy,� Cindy 
said.  She drew back.  Then, fearing that Ben really was going to take to 
her with the belt, she popped him in her mouth.
         �Suck!  Don�t just tease me with your lips,� Ben told the child.  Cindy 
began sucking.  At the same time she kept her fingers in Alicia�s slit; it 
was a decidedly more agreeable task than sucking this big pervert�s penis!  
When she had sucked him for about thirty seconds she took her mouth off 
him.
         �I�ve had enough,� she told Ben.  But it was the man who had had 
enough.  He grabbed the back of the 12-year-old�s head and, as she let out 
a yell, he forced his cock back into her mouth.  She choked, she resisted 
him, but he was too strong for her and he kept her mouth on his penis even 
when she tried to threaten him with being bitten.  Finally she 
accommodated herself to him and she sucked him until he was groaning on 
the brink of release.  Then it was Alicia�s turn to interrupt things, for she 
didn�t want her husband�s wonderful erection to be wasted in this little 
tramp�s mouth.  She pulled Alicia back by her forehead, producing a �pop!� 
as the suction of the girl�s mouth suddenly broke from her husband�s cock.
         �There.  You�ve had enough, darling.  You know mommie told you not 
to eat candy before bedtime,� Alicia told the girl.  
         �Daddy made me!� Cindy cried.
         �He only made you because you run around naked all day,� Alicia told 
her daughter.  She told Cindy to get out of her lap.  When the girl had, she 
gave her a slap on her ass.
         �OW!� Cindy cried.
         �Get in bed, dear,� Alicia told her daughter.  �You can�t stay up any 
longer.  Mommie and daddy want to go to bed now.�  So Cindy traipsed off 
to her bedroom.  But she was not quite so innocent as she pretended, for 
although she left her mother�s side rubbing her ass, with her finger in her 
mouth, by the time she got to the hallway outside her hand on her bottom 
had moved to her pussy.
         Later, just as Ben was fucking his wife in the master bedroom next 
door, Cindy walked in.  
         �Mommie?  Daddy?�  the girl called out in the semi-dark room.  A 
lamp glowing on a night stand in the corner revealed that the girl now had 
both her hands on her pussy or, rather, in it, her fingers diddling away as 
she spoke.  �I�m scared,� Cindy said.  �There�s monsters under my bed.  Can 
I with you?�
         �Dammit!� Ben swore.  But he was not in fact at all displeased, as 
the gorgeous little 12-year-old climbed into bed beside him.  For he had a 
plan, which he had shared with his wife while the girl was out of the 
room.  Cindy did not stay on Ben�s left side, where she had entered the bed.  
Provocatively, her little bottom high in the air, she climbed over Ben�s 
erection and snuggled down between himself and his wife.  She was about 
to lie on her back, her eyes aglow at the obvious mischief of interrupting 
two people in bed and then getting between them, when Ben said gruffly, 
�Turn over.�  For a moment Cindy thought Ben was talking to his wife.  
Then she realized he was looking at her and she shivered.  �Yes, you,� Ben 
said.  The little girl put a finger in her mouth, her other hand now finding 
her pussy again, and said, �Why?�
         �Because I have a treat for you,� Ben said.  He rolled on his side as 
he spoke.  He opened a the top drawer in a nightstand beside the bed.
         �Wha-?� Cindy asked.  Her finger mangled the word.  Ben�s wife 
giggled.  Suddenly Cindy saw what Ben was taking from the drawer.  It 
came as an authentic shock to her, and her bottom, which neither person 
beside her could see, tightened so quickly and reflexively that both 
husband and wife sensed it.  For the �treat� in Ben�s hand was a butt plug.
         �Roll over,� Ben told Cindy in a no-nonsense voice.  �I�m going to put 
this in your little schoolgirl ass.�
         �NO!� Cindy cried.  But the look on Ben�s face had such severity to it 
that the girl quickly flipped on her belly.  Her bottom still tense, she 
looked at the thing in Ben�s hand, a finger still in her mouth, her other 
hand rubbing more furiously than ever in her pussy.  As if the butt plug 
was not a fearsome enough sight, for it was unpleasantly wide looking and 
dauntingly long, at least for a little girl, Ben�s cock, which had been 
interrupted mid-coitus, was sticking up from his loins, tremendously red 
and throbbing, a thermometer looking for the nearest rectum.  Which 
happened, of course, not to be his wife�s but little Cindy�s!
         �Men talk,� Ben told the girl.  �You have had two penises up you now, 
both in back, and the men involved have spoken to me and they say you�re 
much too tight.�
         �Noooo,� Cindy gasped, her finger blocking the gasping rush of air 
that now escaped her wondrous, disbelieving lips.
         �Yes,� Ben said.  �In fact they said that you were so tight that you 
were not really enjoyable.  The purpose of a female is to provide pleasure 
to the male, but you obviously are not because you�re much too hard to get 
into.  So we have this plug,� Ben said.  �You will wear it in bed here with 
my wife and I.  We will supervise your anal training.�  Cindy trembled, her 
face turning white, her ass clenched more tightly than ever now.  Suddenly 
she was no longer role-playing.  She was no longer a little six-year-old in 
bed with her parents.  She was 12 again, and with strangers to boot, and 
with a man she barely knew lying beside her, a potent erection between 
his legs and a butt plug in his hand.  He intended, as Cindy saw in his eyes, 
to use both.  And he, a man of nearly 50 and used to power, was not to be 
denied.
         �NOOO-OOO-OOO!� Cindy cried out, when she realized it wasn�t a 
game anymore and saw Ben�s wife, instead of helping her out of this jam, 
pull from under her pillow a bottle of lubricant.
         �Straight up!� Ben crowed.  Alicia took the plug out of her husband�s 
hands.  With Cindy quivering beside her, now moaning slightly as she 
watched, Alicia calmly greased the plug.  
         �Spread your legs,� Alicia said to the 12-year-old when the plug 
was gleaming.  Cindy obeyed.  But both her hands suddenly flew to her 
bottom.
         �Don�t make me belt you before it�s put in,� Ben said to Cindy, 
seemingly concerned that she not suffer too much.  He reached down and 
prised her hands from her ass.  Gently, but firmly.  He held her hands aloft 
and left it to his wife to insert the thing.
         �Oooh!� Cindy gasped, as the plug nosed against her ass crack.
         �This is going to hurt,� Alicia told the girl.
         �YEEEK!� Cindy shouted, when she felt the tip of the plug find her 
rosette.
         �There is no easy way to do this dear.  You are just going to have to 
take it,� Alicia said to Cindy.
         �I can�t!� Cindy cried.  Something about the nonliving implacability 
of the plug terrified her.  She twisted, but Ben ordered her to remain flat 
on the bed.  Alicia looked at Ben.
         �I think we should,� Alicia said to her husband.
         �Really?� Ben asked.
         �Yes,� Alicia said.  For some reason Cindy interpreted this exchange 
as meaning they would not go ahead, and she let out a big sigh of relief.
         �Thank you,� Cindy sighed.  But the next moment she let out a 
startled scream for now Alicia was taking something from the nightstand 
on her side of the bed, and it was much worse than the plug in her hand.  It 
was a needle!
         �I�m going to inject your bottom with a shot of novocaine,� Alicia 
said to Cindy.  She drew, along with the needle, a gauze pad and bottle of 
alcohol out of the nightstand.  As Cindy watched and quivered, Ben still 
holding her down, one of his hands now pressed flat in the small of her 
back, Alicia dampened the gauze pad with alcohol.  Then she caressed the 
pad across a small spot on the apex of Cindy�s bottom.
         �Don�t worry.  The needle�s not going up your ass, just into the cheek 
here,� Alicia said.  Cindy bit her lip. She felt the coolness of the alcohol, 
soon to be replaced by the sting of the needle!  She held her breath.  
�Masturbate,� Alicia told the girl, whose left hand, no longer held by Ben, 
was already sliding down the bedsheet.  �If you diddle your slit while I 
stick in the needle, you might feel it less.�
         ��Kay,� Cindy said, her voice almost babyish with fear now as she 
watched the syringe glide down toward her bottom.
         �God, this is a turn on!� Ben cried.  Suddenly he let go of Cindy�s 
remaining arm, and with only his hand against her back, not really holding 
her down anymore by force but simply by persuasion, he put his left hand 
on his dick and began rubbing it hard.  His cockhead was pointed right at 
the summit of Cindy�s other bottomcheek.
         The needle pricked Cindy�s ass.  The girl screamed.
         �Don�t move,� Alicia warned the girl.  �I don�t want you to bleed.�  
She pressed the end of the syringe home, driving in the needle, pushing in 
the novocaine.  But the acute sting would not be lessened by the pain-
killer.  Nothing could stop the feel of the needle going into Cindy�s little 
bottom.  The girl yelled at the top of her lungs, more from fright than from 
any great pain in her ass.  Yet she could feel the medicine going in, and it 
was cold comfort, for it, though perhaps dulling the feel of the plug, would 
not save her ass from the stretching that was intended.
         �You will be only slightly damaged,� Alicia said, still holding the 
needle in Cindy�s ass.  �A bit looser, perhaps, than other girls your age.  
Such a darling bottom must not be allowed to go unused any longer.  It is 
well to put it to work in the fields of love.  You will make an excellent 
beast of burden for the male penis.�
         �Really, dear, she is hardly a beast,� Ben said.  He stroked Cindy�s 
back with one hand and his cock with the other, as his wife extracted the 
needle.  Cindy let out a giant, plaintive sigh when she felt the needle 
withdraw.
         �Now for the plug,� Alicia said.
         �Wait!  It hasn�t taken effect yet!� Cindy cried, meaning, of course, 
the pain-killer.  Alicia laughed.
         �You think that was for you, dear?� Alicia said.  �Why you little tart, 
that was for my husband.  He loved seeing it.  Didn�t you, dear?�
         �Yes,� Ben said, now beginning to huff as he approached the brink of 
release.  Suddenly and without waiting Alicia jammed the dildo down 
between the cheeks of Cindy�s ass.  She did not stop when she hit the anus.  
She kept right on pushing, intend to cause the girl as much pain as 
possible.  All for her husband�s pleasure!  Poor Cindy, who had been 
momentarily relaxed by the withdrawal of the needle, did not have time to 
tense her anal ring to stop the entry of the plug.  It went in, with 
difficulty but propelled by such determined pressure that it could not 
stop.  The result was painful, and as Cindy cried out in distress Ben 
ejaculated on her ass.
         �YOOOOOOK!� Cindy cried, pinned right through her guts by the thick, 
heavy plug.  Alicia showed her no mercy.  She took a breath and shoved 
again, hard, driving the thing in so deep that the end of it, which was a 
broad flat circle, wedged deep in Cindy�s ass crack.  Immediately Cindy 
broke into tears.  Only now, with the plug fully inside her, did Alicia show 
any compassion for her.  She reached up and stroked the girl�s long hair, 
smoothing it where it fell, slightly tangled from her squirming, down 
along her back.
         �There, there,� Alicia said.  �I know it hurts, dear.  We will do this 
every night for a week and then you will be properly prepared.�  
Unfortunately the did not have a week and so they repeated it twice more 
that night and again in the morning, and by noon Cindy�s bottom felt like a 
pincushion.

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     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
-- Naughty Naked Dreamgirls (Library of Congress ISSN: 1070-1427)
     is copyright 2001 by Andrew Roller.  All rights reserved.
-- Visit me at:  http://home.earthlink.net/~roller666/index.html
     Or at http://www.asstr.org/~Roller/index.html
     (It is case sensitive, i.e. type Roller, not roller).
    

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