Maybe she thought of offering herself to me at such moments.Life is strange is it not?I removed my penis and began the soft, rhythmic strokes that had...always brought me such pleasure. Annette's muffled moans filled my ears and the memory of Celeste's kiss filled my thoughts, as my hand danced in the darkness.Jeannette's instructions had left me with very vivid memories. About now, Annette's finger would be pressing in fast circles around her clitoris, her hips rising to meet her imaginary. She giggled again. Leaning back seductively once more, she toyed with a stand of hair, batted her eyelashes and cooed, ‘because of lil’ ol’ me?’‘Yes,’ I repeated.‘Do you like me Shawn? Do you fancy me? Do you think I’m sexy?’ Her smile widened wickedly with each question. ‘Yes.’‘Then strip for me!’ I was so conditioned to obey by this point; I started to undress without a thought. First my shoes, then my jacket, t-shirt, pants and socks. She had me so under her spell I was powerless to resist,. Addressing Sandy, Anita said, "You'd look a lot better without that shirt." Maybe so, but it doesn't seem quite appropriate," Sandy said, motioning with her eyes toward Charlie."Appropriate? What do you mean? I'm not wearing anything," Anita said, thrusting her breasts toward Sandy. Then turning to Charlie, her bare breasts just inches from his face, she said, "You'd like it better if Sandy wasn't wearing that shirt, wouldn't you?" Well uh ... yeah, sure," Charlie responded."But ... but...". "How did this happen?" Joyce asked."Mom, I told--" That's enough, Shari," Joyce said sharply. "You tell me how this happened, and I want the truth, young lady." I-I can't, Mom," Shari stammered. "I can't tell you."Joyce looked into her daughter's face. "All right, Shari. Did one of the men grab you?"Shari shook her head. "Oh, no! That wasn't what--" Shari began to cry.Joyce stood up and drew her daughter against her body, hugging her tightly. "There, there," she murmured. "You don't have to.