What about using your mouth? Owen asked grinning. I dont think it will fit in my mouth… I answered and moved my lips closer. Cmon, give it a try! He...encouraged. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and slowly slid it in, feeling it on my tongue. He moaned and I tried to swallow it a little deeper, my jaw hurting, then I started doing the same things all my friends told me and the same thing I saw in a video or two they showed me, sliding it in and out. He held my head, one of his hands stroking. “I’m scared,” my daughter finally admitted, arms wrapped around her calves. “Not of sex,” she added after a moment. “Just of doing something wrong.”“Ananya, you can’t do anything wrong except hurt. And not wanting to do something won’t ever hurt me.”Her smile, while brief, communicated relief. Wavering for a moment, she finally stood up and circled the campsite, sitting next to me with her elbows on her knees. A tiny blue electric spark flared and died in the night air as our arms brushed. He wraps his free arm about her. Pressing her to him. She knows not what to do. Before she has time to react he presses his mouth to hers. Unable to control herself she responds to him. Tongues entwined. the sweet taste of him fills her senses. The pleasure washing through her causes her to whimper. She hears a feral growl from low in his throat. What is she thinking? Why has she not run away? Why doesn’t she even want to? He lifts her in his arms without breaking the kiss. She knows not. Deciding to play dumb and see what happened she said, "Please! Please don't hurt me, I don't want to die." The boy moved closer to her but not close enough that she could get a hand on him."Alright then," Ted said, holding the knife towards her throat, "if you don't want to get hurt then you'll do what we want. No hesitations, everything we say when we say it. If you do that you just might get out of here alive. So are you going to play along or do we force you?"Bree's hands began shaking and.