She bounced across my lap with a squeal, hitting the door hard, her shirt twisting under her. My hands reached out, grabbing one thigh way too high un...er normal circumstances, and struggling to keep her from falling into the foot-well. Her t-shirt slid almost up to her chest, during a second almost equally bad bounce, and she was lying on her back in my lap, her legs pointed at the ceiling, her knee practically giving me a black eye.My eyes were drawn between her legs. She wasn't wearing. The look of relief on banshees face made her glow.“I’m supposed to give it to that boy/” she said, finally, slurring almost as much as Donald had. “Yes. Yes you are.” I told her. “Let’s go to bed” I said.Soon, we were in our hotel room. Drunk, she fell asleep as her ear touched her pillow. I paced the room…thinking, contemplating. I had sold her….but what had I done?In the morning, I left banshee sleeping in the bed while I went about my morning routine, a bit slowly due to the absinthe we had. So thats how you masturbate, she said, and we both laughed at the stated obvious. What do you think? I think I wish I knew about this years ago, I replied. I dont think it would have done any good years ago, she said. I believe you need to be getting near puberty. Well, Im glad you showed me now, I said. I want to do it again. Her hand was still on my crotch, and she began moving it, as I did mine. This time, I was able to think more about doing her, as I enjoyed her on me. This time, she moved. He hadn't been cruel or rough but he had entirely ruled the session. That gave her a thrill and she looked forward to the next Wednesday with excitement.It did not start well. Her daughter was not feeling well. Sharon took her temperature and she was sub-normal. No school, obviously. She rang Richard who was totally accommodating but added that he would miss her. She ran round to a neighbour who said she would happily keep an eye on Louise and call her on her mobile if there was any problem..