”What’s gotten into her, I wondered with a small smile.When we returned home, we got straight to work. First we were going to have a simple calam...ri salad, she announced. “That means cleaning the squids, unfortunately. Here, I’ll show you.”My mom handed me a knife and we worked at the counter for a while, dissecting the slimy animals. After removing the quills, we separated the heads, removed the skin and beak, and chopped the white meat into rings. She had me cut up the raw vegetables while. “Is your hymen still there?”She shook her head. “I used to horseback ride when I was a kid.”“You probably masturbate a lot, don’t you?” I said, teasing her flower.She was panting.“Don’t you?”“Yes- oh fuck!- yes!”“Yes what?” I asked, my lips moved to her collarbone while my fingers continued to play with her.“Yes, I masturbate,” she moaned. “But not a lot… Oh, fuck, right there!”I had pulled the hood of her clit back with my thumb and was running the tips of my fingers along. “If you, uhm, er, want, I could suck on you.”“I’d like that too!”More nervous sips of from her mug.“Two of my friends said it hurt really bad, but one other one said it didn’t.”“Were they seventeen? Or younger?” I asked.“The one who said it didn’t hurt was seventeen. The other two were fourteen and fifteen. Does that matter?”“It can. But don’t worry about it! I promise to make you feel REALLY good!”“Like when you kissed me?” she sighed.“Yes. Only way better!”“What do I do?” she said, almost in. Hunger.And also...Oh shit.Domination.I didn't know that could have a smell.But it sure as fuck did.I started to shake.In complete synch, they both put their hands on my lower back."You can stop at any time," Jean-Luc whispered in my ear."N-no," I said. "I want to go through with it, whatever it is. I want to experience everything. Go big."Evan's voice, low and raspy. Menacing. "Big words from such a little, little girl."Oh fuck.Evan. "I've waited a long, long time for this."Oh God, oh God,.