.Tears from in the corners of my eyes as I rub my thighs together,desperately trying to convince myself that Ollie didn't take advantageof my unconsci...us form. If only I'd been stronger, if only I'd beenMALE, then I could've fought back, I could've withstood the blow to myhead. Instead, I'm just a 'damsel in distress', a pathetic little GIRLwho has to be rescued by her parents because she simply wasn't strongenough.I bite my lip to keep myself from crying further, though it does littleto. She skipped along now, distance making her forget for a time the hell that was her life. Unlike most kids, Penny hated summer. It was a scary time for her because she couldn't go to school. Sitting in class she knew for sure she was safe. Carl had quit school three years ago, when he was eleven. Her father didn't even know where the school was, so he could never come and take her out of class. Even though some of the kids at school teased her and made fun of her ragged clothes and torn. I wasn't at home, as I'd originally thought, but rather I was in Amanda's room where she and I—along with my sister—had gone after Mr. and Mrs. Ferris had come home.I grinned when I remembered the look Mrs. Ferris had given me when Kelsey introduced me. To call it predatory would have been a severe understatement; it was more accurate to say that she'd appeared to want to devour me on the spot. My cock had actually jumped back to semi-hardness in my pants just from her hungry gaze, which was. Holding me there with our eyes locked in a moment of perfection, you move in and out of me in full strokes, watching every move that I make, hearing every noise and whimper that escapes from my lips. (and then I do) …I love the look in your eyes right now, not scared at being held, but wide open in surprise at the feelings that are beginning to build inside of you. The feeling of surrendering to me, allowing me to play your body like an instrument, strumming, stroking, never at the same tempo.