“A plug for my butt? For a brief moment, almost silhouetted against the sun, he saw the shape of her underdeveloped breasts and of course, her tiny nipples. “A plug for my butt? He frowned as he turned to go back to his room. He thought they were sharing something special. That’s my decision, and I don’t want you getting fucked by anyone else.” Georgia’s face looked anything but obedient. With her back against the balcony wall, she could not move away. Having something special to share with him was more important than her fear at the moment. When the door to Georgia’s room opened, she rushed over and hugged him without warning. “You want everyone to see your tits?” Aaron questioned her. Trapped, she could only try to please him. Peering through the glass he saw her entering the bathroom, presumably to wash her face and hands.
