In less than a moment, the little bitch had something real to cry about!“Oh, poor baby,” I mocked her. “Is that enema making you cramp?”“Ye..., Ma’am,” she agreed as she cried. “It hurts.”“Yes, it hurts, but it is nothing compared to how I can make you cramp if I decide you will take a full bag. The bag you are taking currently was only filled three-fourths of the way,” I told her and brought my hand down hard on her ass to help make my point.Jaime jumped and then, realizing her error, began. Weather permitting they visited at least once a month to spend a day fishing. I had fantasized about having my way with her on more than one occasion. Out of no where and to my surprise she ask if I had ever had sex with a girl yet. After a few seconds and recovering from my shock of the question from this pretty little cousin I told her only in my head. She giggled and ask me if I would like to try it. Looking at her firm breast in the tight top and looking down to her beautiful camel toes in. Her hair was matted to her head, but under normal circumstances would reach mid-back, they couldn't see her face clearly behind the soot and blood, but he wasn't interested in her face.She didn't flinch nor cower, but just stood there with her head held high. She'd hidden the knife well against her thigh; she was simply looking for the right moment and aim. The youngest seemed to be her first choice, she didn't like the look in his eyes; they were the eyes of a sadist. The eldest could have. In between squirming and twisting at every touch, she shivered.Helena gripped the balustrade like her life depended on it. The touch of her friend’s hand, the way she told her how beautiful she was. It wasn’t the words – it was the way they were said. The simple command was everything to Helena and without complaint, she accepted it.A finger and thumb clamped over her left nipple and Helena heard her gasp with delight.“What have you got for me? You beauty.”Helena was beside herself and couldn’t.