I won’t call you, Prince Asshole, any more in public.”“Thank you.” He seemed to mean it. We finished our lunches and even talked to Mason and ...nna a bit in the process.Mason said, “We will have to be in Marietta for supper and then the Braves game. Dad got us tickets at the dugout level. We must ride up there but have a few hours. Jar, what do you suggest?”“We can sightsee around here some more or go up to Marietta and not have to risk being trapped in traffic. There are some nice places around. She didn't know enough about sex to be afraid of asking the question and she was curious. Sex was the only act her mother had ever told her about that involved both men and women and wasn't completely based on abuse. Her mother's descriptions were very vague, however.Alie recalled her mother's words..."Sex is an act between a man and a woman that can produce a baby. Men often use it as a means of controlling or punishing a woman," Jessica had said in passing, aware her daughter would never need. If she wanted to, she could spell herself to slither through them, though it was a clumsy method of travel. The stones themselves were merely temporary, here and gone in the blink of an eye. Raised from the earth, they would return eventually.She shook the thought off. Melancholy didn’t become her. With an unassuming wave of her hand, the spelled darkness released, and baleful light flickered and leapt across the internal walls from oil lanterns spaced around the room. She blinked, annoyed at. "On your knees, Iris." Unresistingly but reluctantly, the young girl let him push her down until she was kneeling before him, his outthrust prick almost level with her mouth."But? But, Bill? I don't know how?" Just open your mouth, Iris." and, reaching down, he pressed on the back of her head, forcing her closer. "Ohhh yessss, Iris. Oh God, that feels good," he moaned as her hot, wet mouth closed reluctantly around the bulbous knob. "Push up with your tongue, Iris. Wrap your lips tight and push.