"If she wasn’t your wife, I would give her one too," He said, then apologised. "If she was up for it, I would let you," I answered.He was drunk but ...ealised the full implication of what I was saying."Just me?" he said."And the rest of them," I replied and walked away.He walked behind me, "You mean gang bang her?" But she probably won’t," I responded."No, she probably won’t," He repeated forlornly.Vikki was giggling with a group of young people in the corner and more than one of the young guys. The next time I helped her in the bathroom, she told me that she quite enjoyed having my tongue as her tissue, and instructed me to repeat my efforts. This, I see now, had grown into a pattern. I enjoyed being her toilet attendant, as strange as that felt, but I felt also captivated in her power over me. This became just a regular part of my life and serving her felt as natural as any function. We quickly grew into a normal routine, I would find myself kneeling by the toilet waiting for her. So from a young age Jo had known all about sex, though she found the idea to be very disgusting at a young age (‘boys ewwww’ being the general thought running through her mind). The fact that few boys mature at this age allows us to skip most of her 10 year old days and move right on to her 11th birthday, a day of more joy than she had at first suspected.Jo’s birthday was just 1 day away, and she was very excited. So excited in fact, that she ran straight into her best friend Micky as she. Ithought what the hell and put my hand down on her pussyto massage her back. Surprise! She had lifted her dressand was not wearing panties! That got me going. Ifuriously rubbed her pussy because I knew when the musicchanged she would be gone. I sure wanted to know who shewas! The music did change and she (whoever she was) pulled measide so no one could find me. When the next songstarted she took my cock out again and knelt down andput in her mouth. I thought ‘wow!’ this girl is.