Despite my parents’ best efforts and occasional beatings, I was addicted to masturbating and simply couldn’t stop. I enjoyed it. I enjoyed it so...much that the pleasure it brought far outweighed any beating I received when I got caught. It never crossed my mind that Maureen might be doing the same. I assumed that this was something I did on my own. My parents were successful in making me believe masturbating was sinful, but I couldn’t resist. In the years since Shelly taught me I had become. "Laura. I'm coming to San Francisco for a show. Be there tomorrow night. Dying to see you. Call me at the Ritz Carlton, I'll be there by four. You know what I want. [Then a loud whisper.] I'm wet wet wet."Laura felt her heart actually flutter, and a fantastic, unexpected twinge deep in her pussy. After all, she had just experienced several hours of high-quality, torrid fucking with two of the most beautiful women she had ever known. But Alley's voice was enough to light her fires all over. If I was wearing jeans, I would unbutton them and lower them to just above my knees. Then I would lower my panties in the same way. If I had on a dress I needed to pull the dress up and my panties down to make sure my buttocks were totally in view. Then I had to kneel on the bench and spread myself out over the table top with my arms holding the sides, so that my naked behind was sticking up in the air. I could already be crying at this point, especially if my younger brothers had come in the. "They don't really want me. All they want is themoney. No-one wants me." That's not true," Anya tried to reassure the boy as she sat beside him.Austin shook his head. "They don't let me play with any boys in theneighborhood. They don't take me anywhere. They're too old to doanything fun with me." What do you want from us?" Grandmother asked bluntly. "Why are youhere?" I dunno," Austin mumbled. He looked down at the floor. "I hate mylife. I wish I'd never been born."Anya recoiled at his.