. no it’s not,” I lied. I felt myself get even wetter. He was pumping his fingers in and out in and out. I hated myself for feeling good. “Pleas..., stop . . . stop it.”“You don’t want me to stop,” I heard him say. I heard him unzip the front of his pants. “Yes I do . . . please . . .” I whined, and I heard him laugh.“Then why are you moving your hips on your own?”I opened my eyes and glanced down. He wasn’t moving his fingers at all. I was sliding my hips back and forth, inviting him inside me.. "Jimmy paid for you to give him a blowjob sweety. He's in your room waiting, make it fast." I looked in total shock as she didn't laugh or anything, she was serious. I wasn't some cheap whore like her, I had dignity, and besides, even if I wanted to do it I wouldn't know how. I had only seen mother do it a few times and never studied it. I refused when I saw Jimmy's father come out. He looked at me very rude and told me that his son paid good money for it and I was obligated to do it. I. She looked so good that day wearing my favorite outfit, a blue low- cut dress that accented her cleavage so nicely I could hardly look away from her breasts while we ate. When she got up to pay the bill I couldn’t help but watch her walk away. I looked her up and down from her sexy shoes, which I knew she wore just because she knew I loved them on her, to her nice firm ass and then on up to her long kissable neck I knew I had to have her soon. Her entire outfit that day was designed to. ”There was pause and Joan continued unprompted, “I broke down and cried over a lunch with several women from that neighborhood. I had become suicidal at that point and was ready to end it all. They questioned me and that’s when they learned about what Brian was saying and doing to me. The next I knew, but with my agreement, I was in Austin, Texas, being treated for emotional abuse. They had immediately seen the problem for what it was. The Austin clinic verified their analysis.”The defense.