And he was growing...Always changing, mutating, shedding and adapting to something more severe.Yet, no matter his appearance, I could always sense him... He shaped me so subtly, leaving my will intact.But something more seeped into my soul.I seemed... better...I knew what he wanted me to do instinctively, just as I knew enough of what was going on to stay scared. I can't explain it better than to say some thoughts and some things didn't seem to originate from me.The thing that worried me the most. He asked all the regular questions about how my back was after the last session, whether I had any concerns, etc. I told him that his hands were magic on me, which was true in more ways than one. Finally he got to work on me, not a moment too soon. His warm, oiled hands were big and strong and he worked my back hard. He rubbed all over starting with my shoulders and working down to my lower back. I was trying to find a way to push things, then told him that I thought the pain was connected to. We're old friends of Bree-Anne and were passing through town. Is she home, by any chance?" She's around back in the garden. Please come in and I'll tell her you're here." The woman led them into a warmly decorated living room and then asked, "Who may I tell her is calling?" The Johnstons," Sarah said, sending Luke a veiled glance and adding another squeeze to his hand.When the woman left, Luke decided to snoop around a little. Bree-Anne had obviously married well. The paper had said her husband. But it's still the fastest way to break into the ranks of high class Washington whores and get exposed to the kind of wealthy, powerful men who we want to attract as clients- if you give a good performance that is when you are being fucked in your cunt and having your cherry violated and broken." Anyway, I think we can still get Chrissie ready for the next Cherry Harvest this coming April or May, but her training and conditioning will have to be intensive. If she is ready to present her cherry.