You should try harder because I imagine there are some very beautiful hookers in LA, it being a city of failed starlets and all that."He tried maneuve...ing me into a corner, but I easily slipped out to the side. When we'd played tag earlier, the guys had tagged me sometimes, but they'd had to RUN and lunge to achieve it. In any sort of combat stance, Jorge had no chance of moving fast enough to tag me, let alone to draw blood. He knew that, but he was taking his time. I wasn't putting him under. “You turned me on so much out there and all the guys around us,” I say.“Would you have liked to fuck me there?”“I would love to fuck you there over a table so that everybody could watch and see your tits joggle as I fuck you.”This really excites you and you are groaning with every thrust. I say again “You are a dirty fucker and you know what happens to dirty fuckers like you don’t you?” “Yes” you whisper. “What are you?” I say. “A dirty fucker” you whisper again. I pull out of you wet pussy. “Can you try to erase the captivity details from her mind the way it did Jacy’s?”“I’d have to wipe both personalities, but sure,” I said. “But you said Jacy’s fine.”“She’s perfect,” he said. “She dedicated to her schoolwork, to her dancing, to her family...”“And she’s totally sexless,” came a weary female voice from the doorway. A striking, pale blonde in an overcoat joined the gathering. Some dumb female actually gasped, but I was wondering when Stormie McKinnon would time her entrance. “I. I can't explain it really, but it was more like Mom was my sister than anything else, but I knew she'd always be my mom, so..."You'd better get to your bus," she said, glancing at the clock. "And I have to get ready for work." Yeah," I nodded, standing up. "I'm glad you're not mad." About what?" Mom narrowed her eyes and pulled me down for a hug and kiss goodbye."About, um ... me being sort of a ... slut." I don't think getting mad would help," she laughed lightly, kissing my cheek as I hugged.