"I'll earn it by myself, I don't want charity." You're a young girl, you don't understand about men," dad argued."I had to do things... when I was you...ger... fourteen, fifteen, sixteen... he made me, he sold me to his friends," she lied."Who did?" dad and I shouted, both of us ready to kill this bastard."A pimp. He beat me. Hurt me," she cried. "Then I finally got away. I went home to mama... she was dying... but he still wants me... I don't want him to find me Mr. Scouries," she pled as tears. I slide it back in till I'm touching her pussy lips. She jumps again this time rubbing her pubic bone against mine a few times. I pull out a little again then push back in. This time she moans and arches her back. I do it a couple times in a row then stop.“Don't stop baby. I want you to keep going. Can you do that for me?” she says with a slight plead in her voice. I'm thinking, hell yes I could just pound you every which way, but I hold myself to the plan, “Yes baby, I'll do what ever you. She knew she was spending far too many hours every day -- and night -- satisfying her own needs. The change in her own sexuality was frightening. Back in the city, she had seldom masturbated. Here, she found her hand or a sex toy between her legs at the slightest provocation -- and the provocations were not slight! Even stranger, aside from some experimentation in college, she had never had sex with a woman. Her first night in Cutters Creek, however, she had let herself be petted and fondled. I was so turned on and soaking with pre-come, I wanted us to go home as soon as the bowl was done. But I knew there was little chance of that. The night was still young and when Ash and I go to a café, we usually stay for a few hours and smoke two or three bowls together. Furthermore, I didn’t want her to feel pressured to leave early, so I asked if she wanted another bowl. ‘Yes,’ she said with a big smile. I was disappointed but not surprised. I figured I’d just be patient and enjoy the next.