"Fucking pervert!" hescreamed at me. Then he hit me again, in the side of the head and thechest, and after I fell to the floor he started kicking me u...til theguy in the uniform dragged him away.The social worker gave me some tissues to stem the blood from my nose.I never saw my father again.Over the next couple of days I spent most of the time in the room Ihad woken up in, except for when people wanted to talk to me, whenthey led me back down to the interview room. A doctor came andexamined me. He even asked me if I pleasure myself. As our conversation got more intense he started telling me about sex and all his experiences and the pleasures and orgasms he had. He was giving me a lesson and I loved it so much that my cock was getting hard as ever and I noticed Sam had a boner as well but neither of us said or did anything about that. Eventually Sam started telling me about one time he almost had sex with a man and for some reason I was interested in that story. He talked about some. Fischer?”He fell silent and leaned back in his chair. Once again his gaze locked on hers. But it seemed to Marcia that it felt different this time. Less like an x-ray…and more like a laser beam.“You’re very intelligent and obviously quite resourceful, Ms. Fischer—two qualities that are rare enough so that I’d hate to lose you as an employee. Still, there is the matter of your little juggling act…” He paused again, and this time it seemed to Marcia that his glance flicked quickly up and down. “Your sex drive has increased?”“Oh my God, Quinn, say that I’m horny.”“You say it if you are.”“I’m horny as fuck, Quinn.”“Okay!” I replied defensively. “Good. I guess we… we’re all being honest here.”“Look, I tried to be good and focus on the lesson, but in exchange for that… Could we please… y’know…”My erection was practically jumping in my pants. The hottest girl in school was begging for me, Quinn Shen, to relieve her. Me. Help her. With sex stuff. “You’re getting, uh… more bold with these,.