Mrs. Robbinson walked into the room with a stern and serious 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 to live with your father. From now on I own you."
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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