“What are you thinking?” he whispered in her ear.“Please don’t hurt me,” she said. “No, that’s not it, what are you thinking?" He asked ...er again reaching under her panties to examine the wetness between her pussy lips. “Be honest, I know you’re a little slut.”“Yes, I am a little slut and I need to be taught a lesson.” she cried out. She gasped as the words left her mouth; shocked at her own inhibition.“That’s right,” he smiled, “and you want me to fuck you, don’t you little whore?”She nodded. I need hope that you'll wake up soon. I..." Faith..." Faith..." Faith..." I..." Love..." You..." Well, here it is. It's been six months since I almost killed you. You've been asleep for half a year. I think... I'm not sure, I don't think you ever actually told me, but, I think you missed your birthday. I threw a party, anyway, just to be sure. I invited everyone, but only Angel showed up. Angel always had a soft spot for you. Guess he can kind of understand what you've gone through. He knows. A sexually strong woman has a better chance in life, so learning what your body can achieve, does set you apart form the chaff that makes up the majority of womanhood, men need that little spark a dirty slutty woman provides, that's why prostitution has been the sport of kings since biblical times.Men are shocked when confronted by tales of girls exploring their own bodies for sexual gratification, go online today and be flooded by numerous webcams of nymphets, frigging their fledgling pussies. “Well, yeah. I met the guy a couple of times, but I didn’t know him personally.”“Who was it?” Raymond challenged.“That gang leader. Um, ‘A-Train’ was his gang name.”“Those guys in the Spurs jerseys?”Tim nodded.“Do you think we should be worried?” Raymond inquired.Juanita was shocked. “Worried? Why the hell would we need to be worried about some gang kids getting killed?” Juanita quickly turned her intense gaze to her son. “You aren’t messing with gangs or anything, are you?”“Hell no, mom,” Tim.