”“What you had, Candy, was rape. That isn’t sex. Maybe he had sex; you didn’t. I’m not the world’s greatest expert, but there is a differe...ce. Anyway, it is one stage, and -- while I’ve said that you’ll choose the stages and I won’t -- I’ll say that you’re not ready for that stage yet. And, I’ll bet, you’ve done some of the stuff in between. Some of that, you’re not ready for yet. Anyway... “If you’re right that you’ll overcome this and I’m right that you’ll do it in stages, then I see you as. But something told him that keeping his exploits to himself was the best thing to do. Finally, approaching terminal boredom, they went to a movie. Bobby called his mother and reminded her he wouldn’t be home until late. After the movie, Bobby and his friends had a soda and some ice cream. He drove his pals home and went home himself. He parked the jeep next to the garage, got out, and started across the yard toward the house. As he moved across the yard, he noticed the light was on in the. But Dan had a view that nobody else did. He wondered what his friends would think if they knew she liked to dance around in her barely there underwear. Dan was already up in his room and waiting when Vicky walked into hers and dropped her bookbag on the floor. Today had been a long day but now she was home, finally home, and immediately took her shirt off, followed by her jeans. She didnt dare look toward the window, at the risk of scaring Dan off, if he was watching. She desperately hoped he. The grin on his lips seemed permanent now. “Slut, skank, Master’s fucktoy,” he read, “Well, Master gave you to me for a while honey, and I can do whatever I want. Any requests?” In my clouded, foggy, overly stimulated mind, only one thing repeated itself over and over again. With trembling gasps, I answered, “Please, fuck me, sir.” The grin grew wider, and then he pulled his fingers from between my aching lips, wet with my juice and spread it all across my.