‘Do ya hear me cock-slut?!!!’ The trucker yelled as he moved forward and grabbed Jack by the back of the head. ‘Yessssss!’ Jack squealed back...as his head was jerked down by the truckers’ huge hands. The stranger stank of dirt, sweat and beer, Jack saw how dirty and grimy the guy was and felt the strength of his arms. ‘Good!’ said the trucker as he leant down to come face to face with his prey. ‘Now do as you’re told and you will be fine! But if you don’t act like you’re enjoying it, then I’m. I got up and went looking for Ann. I was almost a basket case. Ann was clearly shaken as well. We hugged, she held me and let me cry. I don’t remember ever crying over a dream before but this one seemed so real and so horrible. The smugness of the priest only added to the terror. We both wondered if things like that ever actually happened. We both found ourselves hoping they hadn’t. The next night I had a pleasant dream. Over the next week I managed to put the dream behind me. I really did not. Pink flashed out of the corner of my eye. I turned to see a stunningly beautiful woman walk by. She was a nymph, a beautiful young face framed by bubble-gum pink hair, her hips swaying, and barely covered by a jean skirt. A tight, pink t-shirt clung to her melons—she wore no bra, her nipples dimpling the fabric—with the words 'Daddy's little girl' printed on it. Only 'girl' was crossed out and 'slut' written beneath it.I let out a hungry growl. She was a slut with a capital S.Beware the maiden,. She took my lips in her mouth and sucked. She said, ‘ummm, you are sweet’. She forced my mouth open and pushed her tongue inside my mouth. Her tongue was moving inside my mouth and i sucked it. She stood up and removed her sari, blouse and petticoat. There she was standing in front of me in her bra and panties. She held my hands and made me touch her breasts. They were firm. Bending forward, she lifted my t shirt over my shoulders and removed it. She moved her soft palms on my bear chest and.