“I’m not a boy.” I say flatly. It’s the first words I’ve said in months. “Sure.” Princess Flitari winks, then japanese reaches across the table, and slides my chocolate cake in front of her. She takes a forkful, teasingly brings it to her lips, and consumes it while rolling her eyes in exaggerated hedonism. “Oh, this cake is so good, Junie! Or should I call you ‘Justin?’” “My name is Julia.” I reply. “I think you mean ‘Julius.’” Princess Bondage Flitari giggles. It angers me. I am not a boy! I don’t know how to deal with her teasing. I don’t how to deal with confrontation at all. All I know is that when I get upset, I start to feel the heat. I drop my eyes, and begin whispering a prayer to the Holy Mother. “You talking to your imaginary friend, Loony-Julius?” Princess Flitari sniggers. I glower at her and continue my prayer, and she only broadens her grin. “You can pray to the lady in the sky all you want, Looney-Julius, but you’ll never be a real girl.” Princess Flitari leans forward, and whispers, “Because you gotta teeny-weenie and I’m going to tell everyone!” And with that, I upend my bowl into her face, and cover Princess Flitari in cold, cream-colored soup. She gawks at me for a moment, her eyes wide, lunch dripping from her hair and nose. I stare back in horror, realizing I am most certainly going to be thrown onto the streets for this. Then Princess Flitari licks her lips, grins, and throws her cake into my stunned face. The anger comes back to me, and I throw my milk into hers. Infuriatingly, she just giggles, and splashes me with her juice. I toss my yogurt into her hair, she whips sorbet into mine, and before I know what I’m doing, I’m grabbing the salad bowl, and hurling fresh produce at the most powerful seven-year-old in the empire. And I’m laughing. For the first time in months, a smile breaches my face, and laughter pours from it. She’s laughing too. She calls her flustered servants forward, and they supply her with fresh ammunition. I jump onto the long table, and collect some of my own from the other orphans. They yell and cry their protest, but I don’t care. I just want to cover Princess Flitari with food. I dodge a cucumber, duck a carrot, and careen headfirst into a held-out plate of mashed potatoes. An older boy grins at me, and big pussy I grin up at him. “Food fight!” Princess Flitari belatedly yells, and the battle lines are swiftly drawn. I become the de facto leader of my faction, and the princess becomes the leader of hers, and the entire orphanage tosses their lunch across the long table, ducking and firing in turn, plates clattering and cups bouncing BDSM off the floor. The nuns rush in, and become immediate victims of collateral damage. Their squawks fall on deaf ears as I rally my troops to charge. We leap atop the long table, and attack the other side, taking mass casualties with our exposure, but gaining the high ground. Princess Flitari’s troops suffer greatly to our barrage of thrown rolls and dumped gravy, and they take refuge beneath the table. We have won, and we cheer our victory right has Mother Septina bursts into the Slave room. Everyone goes silent, and everyone’s eyes fall to me. Mother Septina follows their gaze, and her cold, brown stare burns a hole in my head. I gulp. This was her night. Her tongue reached my clit. Kaveri was delighted by it and she reciprocated his actions. “oh yeah baby! This was an opportunity to embrace my rebellious side and maybe even learn a little more about myself. We arrived at ‘Larry’s Restaurant’, but Ashley japanese wasn’t there yet. “Touch me more.” “What do you want me to touch?” he asked playfully. Then he heard a throat clear. "You hate me, you're going to hurt me," As she she looked at him, she thought he seemed to be a predatory animal as he looked at her naked body. He was going to use Bondage my bowels. Just because the title of ‘boyfriend’ is there doesn’t make it any more special in itself. Before she had a BDSM chance to recover Lou pulled her over on him he stuck his now hard cock back big pussy in her pussy. Yes!" she shrieked. And before I could answer him with some kind of snappy come-back, Ray quickly shoved his 6 1/2-inch-long dick deep into me--all the way up Slave to the hilt--and then let out his soft, breathy 'cum grunt' right in my ear.