“Where the fuck did she go? She didn't go in that kitchen, so is there like another kitchen in this place?” Justine asked with a chuckle. “What...the fuck did you get us into here, Matthew?” she asked drawing out my full name like Amanda for it’s mocking effect.“I didn’t see you complaining. I thought you were going to suck the tongue out of her mouth there, J. Fuck that was hot,” I exclaimed.“Yeah, I noticed,” she grabbed the bulge in my pants.I returned the favor with my hand feeling her. But I knew that wasn’t realistic. Not for any kid. And especially not after what I’d witnessed that afternoon. The better choice was to accept what was inevitable and be there for him.“I could tell you not to do it,” I said. “But I don’t think that would stop you. Eventually you have to make your own choice. And you have to make it with Bree–or whoever you’re with at that time. And make sure it’s right for both of you at that. You have to be quiet and listen to your Daddy…”Rubbing my eyes, still trying to adjust to the dark, I could not help but yawn.“What is it, Daddy? I'll be good...” I yawned again, trying to look at his face through the darkness.“You'll see,” He replied back quickly.I heard him unwrapping something and felt him press it to my lips.“Hmm?” I mumbled, my mouth opening. My tongue wrapped around something sweet, the taste of cherries filling my mouth. It was a lollipop.“Suck gently, Princess.”All I. He was not against this, for obvious reasons. What red-blooded male would be? Yet a cult was a cult. This one seemed acceptable him because the big secret with other cults usually turned out to be the weird sex. This cult did not hide the fact that sex was a big part of the experience.Brandon found himself in the basement where they first had the rainbow party. Good times. Amy’s room couldn’t be down here. He remembered the room Mrs. Turner dragged off the disqualified girls to. He checked it.