It was lucky, I suppose, that the Cave Bears were the local outfit in Tumbler Ridge, not the Hell’s Angels. They took me away, very early, from my u...caring family. Some prepubescent girls put on mommy’s high heels, but they put me into stripper shoes and performing in the clubhouse.“Somehow, even before I was into puberty, I found the ability to manipulate with sex appeal, not even contact. The gang found that unusual and amusing enough that they didn’t try to beat it out of me. Also, rare. Okay, Sandra, if youre asked to babysit the kids Friday, from 7 p.m. until around 11, say you will. Ill come home, early, and we can see what happens. Later that night, when my wife was making plans for the weekend, I commented that Sandra had been by, and I had asked about her babysitting Friday night. Happy that I had remembered to check, my wife called to confirm that, reminding Sandras mom that it would be a late night, possibly after midnight. She was assured that would work, and hung up. Yes, that's it, I was being forced, it was like a rape, and being nasty and vulgar up to this point was skirting my vows. But I know, once I cross over and let it happen, There would be no denying it, As a Nun, I had to be the worst person on this earth. As I sat on the edge of the toilet with all this racing through my mind, I see him bouncing his cock inches from my face. Then I heard a faint voice say "Suck it Sister, suck my cock, remember the pictures" I had no choice, either I do it and. I shoved him towards the bed, "You know what Jack, I'm sick of you and your shit. You sound better with your mouth shut."I was a little surprised at myself. I definitely wasn't a small woman at 38-30-36, but most certainly smaller than Jack. I couldn't believe I had actually used force on him and it worked. He was lying on the bed, with a complete look of shock. It was cute, having a grown man potentially at your complete mercy, and I wanted to eat him alive. The frustration, years of pent-up.