BARBIE    Three months ago, I was your everyday housewife and mother of three–two boys, Phil, 15; Joey, 13; and a girl of twelve, Sandy. My husband, Maxwell Blake, is a big-shot attorney with the DA’s office. Cheating on Max never entered my mind, and probably never would have had we not moved across the street from Staci and Joe. I was so straight, if I masturbated more than once a month, I felt guilty.

The life of a housewife with all kids in school is boring to the extreme. Staci ended my boredom and made me what I am today. I freely admit I am a sex junkie, a whore, a slut. Sex is all I think about, and no perversion turns me off. I want my sex down and dirty, filthy and disgusting.

In fantasy, I wanted everyone to know the new me. In reality, I didn’t want to advertise that fact, but I had no desire to reverse the self-destructive course Staci had me on.

I was like the junkie that knows where the addiction will lead, but doesn’t want help. I feared my sexual addiction would virtually destroy my marriage. I’d lose my children and possibly wind up in prison. I couldn’t help that. The risks outweighed the consequences, because the sex was that good.

I love Staci for what she’s done. She took her time with me, got to know me, inside and out, then began her expert manipulations that led me to where I am now. The journey has been a long and difficult one for me, but nothing worthwhile comes easy as my father would say. Eight months of patient prodding has paid off for both me and Staci.

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Academy Girls   If Adrian McGuire was confused and upset, fourteen-year-old Stacy and thirteen-year-old Theresa were more so. They’d never seen their father acting so strangely. Adrian never saw her righteous husband act this way outside the bedroom.

Having never seen this side of their father, anywhere, the girls were thrust into a world of bizarre unknowns. Once the family arrived in St. Louis, and the Reverend Derrick McGuire took off his preacher clothes, he acted noting like a man of the cloth, and nothing like any man they’d ever met.

After checking into a seedy hotel, he immediately took the girls shopping for their new school wardrobe. They shopped in stores that catered to women of loose moral scruples–whores and floozies, jezebels and hussies. The girls knew about those women, but had no idea what the women did to earn their father’s wrath, or the Lord’s for that matter. They only knew that those women were shameless and hell-bound for showing too much skin and being loose with men. That much, they knew.

In the stores, the McGuire girls attracted a great deal of attention and always had a troupe of male assistants to assist. Customers gawked and their own father was the worst gawker of all, insisting that each item fit properly, and not in a dressing room, but on the store floor, sometimes while totally naked wearing only high heels. Only in stores along the seedy strip could they get away with such behavior.

The girls soon discovered that their shopping spree was a thinly disguised sex show with their father serving as the master of ceremonies. He directed everything, showing them off like prize bird dogs. The girls quickly realized their father got a big charge out of turning on others using their intimate flesh for the purpose. The girls were soon in a state of shock. The panties were of particular interest and their fit in the crotch was of primary importance. The girls endured endless changes and humiliating between-the-legs fondling, not only by their father, but by every man in the store as each was solicited for an opinion. Each man was given the opportunity to explore freely.

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