"I'm a soldier, Maryland Line." It was the easiest way to say it although it was not true."Oh," she said, wiggling and trying to get comfortable, stir...ing me as she did. She hooked her feet behind my legs."Where did you live?" I asked. "Before all this?" When my mother died, we lived in Marfield, just over the line." She went on and told me about her step-father, an itinerant preacher of some sort and how he tried to get her into his bed and then sold her, saying she was indentured to get a. His being a senior at a trade school in the next state is really "the pits." This endless waiting, and unrelentless craving for his hard muscular body, has been driving me crazy, as well as making every single cell in my young fourteen-year-old body extremely horny. My long red nipples always seem to be hard as large pebbles and my blond fuzz-covered slit always seems to be sooo swollen, sopping wet, and continuously itchy, those distended plump pussy lips hanging down even further than. " Spare me, Sire." No! You shall be chastised before suffering death by fucking." Spare me, Sire." No! Prepare to meet your doom."This was met not with a wail of terror but a snort of laughter. I was having trouble controlling myself from laughing too at this ridiculous pantomime.I gave her a light but noisy smack on her right buttock.She shrieked, but quite quietly.I repeated on her left buttock."Mercy!" she cried."Quiet!"Another noisy but slightly harder smack to her right cheek.A grunt.Same. My makeup job from this morning had heldup remarkably well. I decided to walk to the lounge which was adjacent tothe lobby of the hotel.I threw caution to the wind, put on my heels, grabbed my purse and walkedout the door. I lit my Misty and walked out to the main road. As I gotcloser, I could here the voices of several women. As I turned the corner, itbecame clear to me that these women were all prostitutes. A redhead walkedup to me and demanded a cigarette. I opened my purse and handed her.