Catherine was again racked with guilt. She had tried to be sincere and helpful with the boy, but for a thirty-one year old wife to take the virginity ...f a mere fifteen year old whom she had just met..."What's wrong with me? I know I'm a whore, I seem to have proven that time and again, but WHY am I so depraved? I had a happy childhood. I wasn't abused or mistreated. I know of no psychological traumas..." Maybe you look too hard," observed the mistress. "You look for the obscure when the obvious. She started at my forehead,licking every drop off, slurped the cum from my eyebrows and my bags,tongued my eyelids to clear them, and spit that all in the bowl.Then she lapped at my cheeks, nose and upper lips and even gentlysucked at my nostrils to clear the cum from them and another mouthfulwent into the bowl.Finally she slurped the cum strands hanging from my chin and licked thegooey residue from my neck and upper chest, and another mouthful fromher went into the bowl.As I sat there with my. ." What?" Nah, I won't say. I wouldn't want to scare you." What, what would they do, Shelly?" Well, that story you mentioned before, about the boy who came in here." Yeah." It's true." What happened to him then?"My sister peeled off her sports bra, the last of her coverings, while I pushed down on my underwear, which was the last of mine, and together the both of us walked into where the showers were located."What did you and the others do to him, Shelly?" Oh, nothing serious."Shelly picked a. ’ ‘No you can’t,’ he smirked a little, ‘my name is pronounced that way, but I’m named after a long-gone people, not a person. My dad’s a stickler for history.’ He winked at her, ‘I’d almost like to see you try, though. It starts with a ‘c’.’ She tried as many of the variations that she could think of, but he only grinned. ‘Fine,’ she smiled giving up, ‘How is it spelled?’ Her mouth opened as he spelled it out for her, ‘C-i-a-r-r-a-i-g-h-e.’ ‘What sort of name is that?’ she asked, ‘I have always.