She noticed us as we walked in and smiled at me. I looked at my Master and I knew he noticed them too.“Don’t worry my little slut,” he whispered...into my ear as he led me down to a quiet area. “You are much prettier than them.” I smiled and thanked him with a quiet purr. He always knew exactly what I needed.We stopped when we got to a darker part of the library. I looked around confused because these were not books I would ever read. I turned to look at my Master but before I could say anything. I held them firmly, and bit my lip as I tried not to moan too loudly as my beautiful, sexy sister rippled her cunt muscles up and down my cock and squeezed it hotly. We remained motionless for what seemed like hours, as we both savored our first union.Moments later my sister rolled her hips in a circle, and leaned down, whispering "Damn, you've got one fucking huge prick, Marty!"I smiled happily, this was the first time I'd been with a girl, and up until the moment Susan said that, I had been a. He grabbed my hair again and lifted me up, that strength again, very scary! The screen was black and blank, I couldn't see anything, then his voice quietly said, "Lets go somewhere more private and comfortable." I meekly whispered "I'm not gay", he sort of chuckled and said "Me either, when the movie starts again lets go, I'll follow you". While I was trying to think of something to say a movie started and he gave me a gentle shove. I couldn't believe this, I'm walking out being followed by God. The room was dark. Her chest was heaving and her pussy, wet and juicy, was trembling from the nightmare she'd just had.Six months had actually passed since Amy had contemplated calling the cops on her dad. Six months since he'd physically assaulted her. During those six months a lot had happened: summer had come and gone, a birthday had been celebrated, and Amy had begun the 8th grade at Westmoreland Middle School. What hadn't happened was another attack. In fact, her father hadn't done.