"Thanks, Mom. What is it?" Oh, you poor thing. Haven't you ever heard of rubbers?"I think my face turned red. I thought how funny it was. A couple of ...ours ago my fist was inside her ass. But that taboo of talking to your mother about things to do with sex was still kicking in."I've heard of them, but I really don't know what they are. They're supposed to be something you use with prostitutes, I think." Well, if you ever feel the desire to be with a prostitute, you would be wise to use one. But. "I really like your choice." I smiled as he sat back down and parted hislegs.I knelt down between the open legs and started kissing his bare legs.Lucy resumed his story. "Once I was naked he handed me a razor andshaving cream and sent me to the bathroom down the hall withinstructions to remove all the hair below my neck. It took me over halfan hour to shave it all off. When I returned to the room he carefullyexamined me before he was satisfied. He started to dress me, the firstthing I was given. I guess she died the day my father first fucked me. Looking back at me was a totally different girl. Well fucked, well beaten, pierced and chained, And I knew my life as Angel was not over and wouldn’t be as long as I could handle what was happening to me.I would be seventeen in a week, a little closer to legality. But that was not in my thoughts. What was in there. Was how would it feel to get fucked now the chain was in place. Danny had used string, and that had been sensational. But sex with. He probably meant it as a harmless gesture but it sure sent a thrill through my whole body up when he touched me. We continued to have lunches together, shared more personal information, and got to know each other even better. He knew I was attracted to him but I didn’t think that anything would come of it. It was pretty obvious, though, that we liked each other and would have been all over each other if we’d been single. I even told him about a fantasy I had. If I ever quit my job, I’d.