’ I kept quiet, but smiled at her, I hoped, encouragingly. She didn’t seem convinced. ‘Mary told you about… Trevor?’ she asked me. ‘Yes,�... I said. ‘I’m sorry. Life’s not good for you?’ ‘He knocks her about,’ Mary intervened. ‘I keep telling her, she’s not safe with him.’ ‘I was desperate and he offered me a place,’ Sandy explained. ‘I couldn’t afford a place of my own, still can’t on my money. He was fine at first, but he wanted more money than I was getting, so to stay there I had to end up in. "6. My mother taught me FORESIGHT."Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you're in an accident."7. My father taught me IRONY."Keep crying, and I'll give you something to cry about."8. My mother taught me about the science of OSMOSIS."Shut your mouth and eat your supper."9. My mother taught me about CONTORTIONISM."Just you look at that dirt on the back of your neck!"10. My mother taught me about STAMINA."You'll sit there until all that spinach is gone."11. My mother taught me about. " Yes I could, and some of the adrenalin comes from that. I'm not crazy, that's why I screened them carefully before they got close, but yeah, there is a risk. That is definitely part of the thrill."She stopped for a second and a look of concentration flitted across her face. "Sorry love, I know it's hard for you. I can feel you shrinking inside me as I talk. It's going to be much more complicated with you around. If someone hurts me, I might not mind, I mean, I'd get over it, chalk it up to. Brownie snorted at her, then chomped with his big lips on the tender tit flesh offered to him.Christine almost collapsed. He was slobbering on her tits. His rubbery lips were gently driving her berserk. Amazed and burning with passion, she watched him slobber his drool over each tit."Brownie!" Her back arched as she jutted her tits out for him. She scratched his bobbing head and skimmed down to his active lips that were munching noisily and wetly on her sensitive tittie flesh.A wave of bliss.