Over all I was pissed off about the whole thing, I got angrier and frustrated as I thought about it and my erection began to subside.Nothing was ever ...aid about it. I didn't have anything to say to Brittany and she never made any comments or even obvious sexual gestures towards me, or at least not in any way I noticed. Even after a few weeks I was still absorbed in my thoughts about how to deal with her sexual behaviors.We had taken her for evaluation when she was 12. We took her in thinking. The new song was not nearly as catchy as the old. Renee was beginning to think that the whole method was losing its uncertain edge against his abilities.She waited in his bedroom. She didn't want to be there, she hated the place almost as much as she hated the dark room- but Claude had made it quite clear he expected her in but one place, yesterday.And her room had been locked.Renee could hear the creaking of the stairs. She knew he knew she heard him. Knew he was loving the suspense, as her. Those signals registered deep below Katies belly. Katie wanted to move away from the torturous streams of cold water approaching her crotch, but found herself frozen in place. For a split second, three beams of water violated the space between her legs. The same place her mother told her should never be touched. Katie had been given the talk about what to do if anyone ever tried to touch her there. She had also been scolded a few times for touching herself there. Thats a dirty place Katie. You. Sorry, but you’re on the hook now.” “Happy to be of service. You don’t have many people who’d um….rub your feet mom?” I asked, hearing my voice tremble. She half opened her eyes and smiled coyly at me. “A few…not all that many though…and none do it this nicely.” “Did Dad ever do this?” She laughed, “Heh! Nah, your dad wasn’t all that interested in things like…foot rubs.” It’s become out routine now, that every night she’ll come home, we’ll eat dinner, sit down on the couch afterwards and she’ll.