‘Just quite normal actually.’ ‘I find that hard to believe.’ Matteo said. ‘I put a large dose of sedatives in your tea, and a few minutes ...go you were slumping in my arms like a rag doll and I almost had to carry you to bed.’ ‘Yes.’ Fenna said. ‘So how do you truly feel?’ ‘Fine.’ Fenna said. Matteo looked at her intently, his head tilted, his eyes squinting. ‘Fine.’ He said. ‘Well this is what we’re going to do. We’ll make a photography series about the Stockholm Syndrome. I. He ducked his head forward and flicked his tongue in. “Hmmm… lovely” He looked up at me and grinned. I was humiliated. He went back to my pussy with his mouth. Sticking his tongue into my cunt, tasting me, and licking me from perineum to clitoris with long lapping licks then feathering short ones like a dotted line on a page. He managed to draw my swollen clit into his mouth and sucked it gently then harder swirly his tongue around. I was trying not to be excited. He started to nip gently on my. The family was home, brother ,sister,mom,dad, and grandmother. Leila ran to her room and I shoved my still erect penis iny pants and zipped up. I was standing next to the tree when they walked in. Her dad said what the Hell is this he was pointing at the tree. I told him Leila had called me to come help her out the tree up. He looked around and asked where she was. I said she went that way pointing down the hall. He yelled for her and she came in wearing a pair of cut off sweat pants and a tank. He warned her when the relationship started to cook that he was an agent, but it didn't scare Marsha ... or later, Trina (who?).Trina is Marsha's daughter by her first marriage, a withdrawn (almost goth) girl, with negative vibes about everything. If Trina's father wasn't dead, then she'd probably be with him (and getting abused). That's how shaky the mother/daughter relationship was. The couple split up when Trina was five, then her dad got killed in a bar fight, three years later.Today, Trina.