"What is it?" I took her arm and tried to lead her out of the bedroom. She took a few steps before speaking up again. "Where are we going?" I stopped. "Amber, do you want to do this?" "Yes." "Then stop asking me questions and just do what I tell you to." "I'm sorry." "Come on." I led her to the back door. When I opened it, she squeaked in fright and began shivering even harder. I could see her jaw vibrating as the fought the urge to ask me what was on. She followed me out to my car, now shaking so hard that she had trouble walking. I lived on a fairly large wooded lot, and so far no one could see us. But that was about to change. Amber climbed into my car when I opened the door. By the time I got into the driver's seat she was on the verge of tears, shaking and gasping in her seat. "You want to ask me where we're going, don't you?" She nodded violently. "You'll see eventually. This is part of your training. You want to be a slut, don't you?" She nodded again. "All right. Here we go." I started the car and drove out of the garage. It was quite dark, and was short enough that no one was going to see much of her unless they looked directly into the car. But she probably didn't realize that. Her arms were pressed across her body now, one over her breasts, the other in her lap. I took the arm closest to me and pulled it away from her breasts. "Relax your arms. Never cover yourself unless I tell you to." Still shaking in fear, she lowered her arms to her sides. I outside of town to a local park, finally stopping on a hill overlooking the town. No one else was around, which was fine for now. Amber had calmed down a little while I was driving, but when I stopped
"What is it?" I took her arm and tried to lead her out of the bedroom. She took a few steps before speaking up again. "Where are we going?" I stopped. "Amber, do you want to do this?" "Yes." "Then stop asking me questions and just do what I tell you to." "I'm sorry." "Come on." I led her to the back door. When I opened it, she squeaked in fright and began shivering even harder. I could see her jaw vibrating as the fought the urge to ask me what was on. She followed me out to my car, now shaking so hard that she had trouble walking. I lived on a fairly large wooded lot, and so far no one could see us. But that was about to change. Amber climbed into my car when I opened the door. By the time I got into the driver's seat she was on the verge of tears, shaking and gasping in her seat. "You want to ask me where we're going, don't you?" She nodded violently. "You'll see eventually. This is part of your training. You want to be a slut, don't you?" She nodded again. "All right. Here we go." I started the car and drove out of the garage. It was quite dark, and was short enough that no one was going to see much of her unless they looked directly into the car. But she probably didn't realize that. Her arms were pressed across her body now, one over her breasts, the other in her lap. I took the arm closest to me and pulled it away from her breasts. "Relax your arms. Never cover yourself unless I tell you to." Still shaking in fear, she lowered her arms to her sides. I outside of town to a local park, finally stopping on a hill overlooking the town. No one else was around, which was fine for now. Amber had calmed down a little while I was driving, but when I stopped
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