Mrs. Robbinson walked into the room with a stern and series look on her face and says
"you ungrateful bastard, i told your mother what you said, needles to say she was furious , she said, from now on she has no son"
you strugle to escape while Mrs. Robbinson continues talking
she told me i could have you, and as far as the police are concerned you moved away you are 18 after all. from now on you are my property!"
she polls out a whip and cracks it
"now go and entertain my daughter's sleep over, slave!"
she undies you, and you timidly walk to where the girls are to see
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