I still was speechless. She smiled and walked over to me. "When you said you'd take my place, I jumped on the chance," she explained. "Don't worry, we...ll switch back midnight Saturday, July 21st." Great, the weekend of the town carnival. Everyone was there. Shit. "C'mon, let's get you dressed," she said. "We need to teach each other how to be each other over the weekend." I could tell she already had today's outfit planned out by the look in her eye. She opened the first suitcase and threw me. Mother must have known this, suddenly she was in favour again, as his affection for her had been whetted, now she allowed him access to me, 'Give him more control over me, and he would love her more'.'You heard your mamma girl, get those pretty little panties off', and as he spoke, he turned his head back and looked at my mother, who just sat there frozen to my pleas, her shaking hand gripping her glass, she was picking up on the powerful sexual tones now firing this bestial man, she was caught. The key to survival was recognizing that it was an act of power. Playing to the power could eliminate the need for its demonstration. Submitting to the power, could limit the violence of it. Meek submission could turn instantly violent, and catch the rapist by surprise. Even the strongest man, caught unprepared for an attack, could be overcome by a much weaker opponent.Integral to her view on sex was her opinions about the relationship between men and women. In an idea that was extremely. Marci was trembling as she dropped to her knees. ‘Oh God, that was good. You are well on your way to becoming a slut, you’ve officially reached the grade of dirty whore.’ She said with a chuckle then kissed me, pushing her tongue into my mouth, tasting her own juices, then pulled back slightly and licked my face before kissing me again. ‘I know I have been harsh on you, so now it’s time for you to have some enjoyment. I hope you still have some pee left?’ I nodded and Marci stood. .