It took her a moment to understand that Bryant had threatened just that act."Jan, it wasn't a threat," Bryant said. "If something happens to you, I'll...probably go through with what I told him I would. I'll track down his Mom and Dad and put them in the ground. I'll find a dozen black guys in Columbus and turn his wife over to them to do whatever they want with her. And I'll drag his kids to that prison, put him in the room without a camera and kill them in front of him." Bryant!" Jan said. That had the effect of canceling her original compulsion.I wished that I had talked more to Sherry earlier. She said she felt it bad, but I never asked her what she was feeling. Was it the need to fuck me, or the need to blow me?The idea of extending a wish rather than canceling it came from my idea of having Kristen eat a chocolate covered peanut instead of having to blow me. Now that I was thinking about it, Kristen had a difficult time staying away from me for very long; she could stave off. We never talked though. When he would tell me I was naughty, I just wanted to be even naughtier. I couldn’t get enough.”“Was it a boy or a man who touched you next?”“It was a boy. I was fourteen and I already had some really big titties. I had so much pussy hair that I clipped it with my daddy’s beard trimmer. The first time I used his trimmer, I left the plastic attachment on it and it didn’t get as much as I wanted trimmed off. Mom walked in and I had to hurry and hide the trimmer and pull my. . "I want this"... at first more like a question, but then, veryquickly it is the answer. "I want this!" And then Trey, reading my mind, asks "You want this?" his more like astatement. "Yes." I croak, more like a whisper than a word. "I didn't hear you", immediately, then a second later"Do... You... Want... This?" He says louder, insistently while punctuatingeach of the words with a slightly harder fuck stab of his cock up my ass. "Yes," I say loudly, and then louder "oh God,.