Comming to the sex story. I always had an eye on her, I always wanted her on my bed, I had a huge lust for since I got to know about sex. But never ev...n dared to say her anything or to touch her. I always use to masturbate thinking about her sometimes twice in a day. I always used to stare at her, her house and my house was just aside. While talking with her, I use to peep into her cleavage. She never knew what my intention was.All this was going on for one day, I got a chance to see her naked,. This time his finger tips move into my pussy.His voice sounded shocked.“You fucking slut your cunt is dripping wet. You like finger banging your cunt in front of me don't you?”My pussy WAS dripping wet. He slapped my ass again bruising my soft skin and tears began to flow down my cheeks. His fingers moved deeper into my pussy every time he slapped my ass.“Are you a slut?”I was crying hard now.“Tell your Daddy you are a slut."He raised his hand threatening to hit my ass again..I answered quickly. It was the look of a predator - a sexual predator. The look of a male voice scoping out the fresh, feminine flesh in order to ration out how much pleasure he can have within a certain time period he was constrained to.And he was on our flight.His mind wasn’t shielded, and he certainly didn’t seem aware of my own barrier, but just to minimize the chances he’d notice it later, I slowly adjusted my barrier to be as transparent as I could without allowing my current thoughts to be easily. I drew a throwing dagger. I could only save one of them. Angela or Xera.Pain flared in my heart, a sudden fear yawning in the pit of my belly. Everything slowed. My arm snapped back. I threw my knife, trusting my instinct as Farson's blade reached its peak over his head. And swung down for Angela's neck. My knife tumbled over and over so slow like it flew through sweet, sticky molasses instead of air.I didn't throw it at Farson. I couldn't let Xera die. My heart wouldn't let me. She was too.