"You knew you would." She knelt on Myla's left side so as not to cause the arrow to move by accidentally brushing against it. "The sensations in your ...elly will change, soon, though. You should start to feel a sexual urge..." I already feel it," Myla gasped, surprised at how rapidly her sexual need was joining with the agonizing pain in her belly. The pain wasn't going away, but it no longer demanded all her attention. She wanted the arrow out of her belly, but she also really needed to be. Holding his cock in her mouth, she waited until he softened then licked him clean. While dressing, she glimpsed at herself in the mirror. How did it come to this? She felt like a prostitute, whoring herself to buy his silence. Spencer took a sip of red wine and then passed the glass to her. She realised at that moment, that this arrogant fool was just a privileged, overgrown school boy.“Be careful, Kathrine, Simon’s got a sadistic streak. I’ve seen it.” Kate finished the glass, and handed it. ”In 1960, I had reached the ripe old age of 28 and my outside appearance was of a typical fourteen year old girl. I moved to a new city and registered in a high school as a junior whose fourteenth birthday had only recently past. It was exciting to walk in my schoolgirl clothes and pretend to be ultra-young and innocent about all things related to sexual matters. Several “uncles” and older married men I met were eager to “show” me things that they were certain I had never seen before, but I had. Over my other breast, across my tum down my thighs and then up to my shaven pussy. A finger slid into me as Bill whipped me continuously now.“MNNNNNNNNNNNNN how wet you are Mel. Your juices will flow more soon.” Her fingers started to stroke my clit. It was throbbing pulsating my juices indeed flowing. I did not notice but Bill had been to the box and from it brought some contraption that looked like two of those paper clips with springs. He smiled and placed the what I now know as nipple.