Fully twice her age, but handsome, strong. In control, above else, he was always that. He had weaponized his smiles, his frowns, and simple words. Her...stomach spun in knots every time she was with him. He patted her exposed belly, rubbing it softly, smiling down at her young body.“I want you to think about that first time you were molested. Fixate it in your mind, your feelings, your fears, your emotions. All of it, good and bad. Can you do that for me babygirl?” As he asked, he smoothly. She remembered her first week when she had been training...."You have to wank them out one at a time" she had been told by the Supervisor and sure enough the action was just like giving a guy a hand job. She pulled and pulled on the skin as the sausages filled and began to imagine herself as a high class escort, accompanying businessmen to posh do's and giving them what their prim and proper wives wouldn't afterwards.She pictured her fantasy, tall and muscular, a west indian businessman in town. You are not in trouble. I remember what it was like being your age. I went thru the same things you are going thru, but you really need to use a condom when you have sex. You are too young to be a father." I finally spoke to her and told her that we were not doing it where I could get her pregnant. "You were having anal sex?" I told her that we only did oral and anal. I'm sure I was blushing when I told her. "That’s one way to keep from getting pregnant." Mom slowly and gently ran her. “What’s wrong?”You grab my hands and place them around you gripping onto them like they’re grounding you, you sniff a little before saying, “I just feel like nothing suits me, everything feels wrong.” You move away from the mirror leaving my arms in the process as you go to the pile of clothes, you hold out each and every piece of clothing, “how am I meant to feel beautiful, or sexy when nothing looks right? I might as well just wear a black bin bag or a potato sack," you exclaim whilst.