Not only had she told this man, this man who had forced himself upon her—well not today so far, but he had cer­tainly forced her here and to become...naked—told this man some of her most private thoughts but was actually asking him his opinion. It was like coun­selling—nude counselling — forced nude counselling. ‘Jerry sounds a good bloke, he does all the right things, that is what you are saying but you are also suggesting something is lacking. You don’t want to be precipitate. Perhaps you. He tossed me inside and bolted the door. As I turned to looked at him, I could see from the window that he was already removing his pants and underwear. H e looked at me and demanded 'get on your knees an start sucking my dick'. Trapped with no way out, except by Mr. Bobby, I sunk to my knees as he walked over to me. He took hold of my head and guided it to his semi erect cock saying 'open your mouth and give me my treat'. I stretched my lips as wide as possible and tried to accept his. We were sitting side by side now, and my left hand was sitting on her right thigh. She just started looking at her phone, and I kissed her right cheek softly.The small pause now felt like an eternity. I turned around, my back facing her and lay down in shame. She waited for a few seconds and then looked over me, saying, “What happened?” I said, “I am sorry, I just couldn’t help myself seeing how beautiful you are.”She pulled me back up, made me face her and kissed my left cheek. We looked into. I liked the attention My dad said nothing. Neither did he talk with me. One day, my parents told me that we were moving to Ireland. I was so sad.Why couldn't Andrew move with us? How would I live without him? What wasthere in Ireland? My uncle! Would I have to pleasure him and the dogs?How I missed the dogs, but not him. I kept all this bottled up inside meand said to my parents that I was looking forward to moving to Ireland.There I had my grandmother and Grandfather, my mother's parents. I.