"Why did you have to stop writing, Belinda?" he asked."As I was writing I could feel the winds blowing over me and caressing my body, sir. I kept thin...ing that it was your hands stroking me, playing with my titties and my little cunny," Belinda responded.Kenny was stunned. He had certainly programmed her to think about him and to find herself attracted to him, but he hadn't suggested going anywhere near as far as this."Why did you stop writing?" he asked again."I was getting so hot, sir, that I. I sort of remember, um... Tim telling me about his birthday, and that I was going to have to... um..."I waited for Sherry to continue. She was still blushing.Sherry sighed and said, "Shit! Um, I had to um... blow him... every day for two weeks right before I gave him my virginity on his birthday."I was shocked. "What the fuck?" He told me, and when he did, I realized that I was going to do it. Just like that." You slept with Tim Hawking?" I asked, surprised out of my mind."No!" Sherry insisted.. I dropped lower and lower, finally splashing the sergeant’s feet in the water. “What are you doing?” the sergeant shrieked, suddenly terrified.“Pull me up,” he screamed when we didn’t answer. The words were barely out of his mouth when his next shrill shriek knifed through the night. The tender sled dipped like a float on a fishing line when you get a bite. I jerked him up--well, most of him. The lower part of his right leg was missing. The Corporal moved his head closer to the edge of Don’s. In fact, I am a whore, a fucking whore who cant live without enough money and enough cock. Om Parkash is a 65 years old widower who has more money than he needs. Marrying him brought me money. But where should I get cock from? He could not raise his limp cock even on teh first nght of our marriage. I crsed myself for missing my real fucklife. But on the very third day, a young man of 30 came to our house. He broght light in my otherwise dull fuck-life. He was Amit, Om’s son and my step-son.He.