’ ‘Suppose that your brother were here. Rob, wasn’t it? Robert deGranville. Would you fuck him again?’ Constance roused with a heated anger. �...�I would sooner see Rob made to suffer. Whatever I am now, ’tis what he made me. He stole my innocence, used me as his whore, and when he caught me with Enrique, he beat me and raped me. I should like to see the same happen to him.’ ‘Would you truly?’ ‘I would! Let Rob be strapped over a bench and have his bottom striped with lashes, and then let someone. And listening to her wee trickling down the seat. I always used to say to her, "Why cant you wee standing up?" and she used to laugh and come close to me and say ; "This is why" and push her little split in front of my face. I used to laugh and thought nothing of it. But I know my little penis was always hard.In the bath there was always a set of bath paints, which I used to use to draw funny faces on myself. But it was my favourite when Anneta came in, as she used to sit with her back to me. The next leg of the trip was always one of the longest and most boring. We would be heading to Joplin, Missouri, five hours away.After an hour of driving we reached Oklahoma City, there we switched to I-44 heading northeast. There is absolutely nothing of interest to look at on this stretch of the road. Billy and I talked about his plans for the future. He had received a full scholarship to the University of Arizona. He planned on entering their Geosciences program. I'm afraid my eyes glazed. "Oh god," I moaned. "Oh my god Mike." Yes Cat," I heard him say as if from afar. "Yes love, let it go, let it go cum Cat, let yourself cum." He was reading me so well for that was precisely what I wanted, no needed, to do, but it made me feel a little foolish. He had hardly touched me, we hadn't made love and I hadn't even felt his cock, yet here I was, like a teenager a quivering wreck about to cum before she was even fingered, let alone fucked.I felt his fingers slide into my seriously soaked.