He wanted her, wanted her badly, wanted her as his own personalsex toy; but he knew the risks, knew that a young, middle-class girl with abright futur... wouldn't be easy prey. A raped, broken, humiliated, teen-agedgirl, filled with shame and guilt after cumming for her rapist, on the otherhand, would be much easier to abuse. I was intrigued,and the information packet he sent about her, including a picture of a slender,brown-haired young woman, her eyes sparkling for the camera, her young,. Lu whispered to me, "If you call her, I'll kill you." Why?" I answered."She only wants you for one reason. And it's not because she likes you."Well, I didn't understand what Lu meant. What reason? Why would she want me to call if she didn't like me? Anyway, if Lu thought it would be a bad idea, I wouldn't call Marcy.There were two men who spoke at the funeral. One knew my dad real well, I guess, Hamilton Reed. He was a senior partner at my dad's firm. He said nice things about my dad and mom.. When she looked down she said "you've been leaking, my boyfriend does that when he's really turned on, are you really turned on?" I admitted it, it was hard not to be with such cute girls all around. They laughed and then I couldn't believe it, she knelt in front of me, looked at the other girls, and said "this is the way my boyfriend likes me to do it". In one move she had both of my balls in her mouth while she started to rub my cock, I could feel her tongue on my balls, it was. Rick and I were both treated to a look at her glistening vagina.When she finally sat up she started to rub the lotion on her shoulders, Erica stood up (allowing her towel to slip to the deck) and said, “Give me that. I’ll put it on for you. I didn’t mention it before, but I’m a licensed massage therapist. Spread your towel on the seat where I was sitting, and lie face down.”Erica replied, “Oh, that’s okay. I can do it. Actually, I’ve never even had a massage.”Rick quickly replied, “Go lie down..