As I was thinking this, I looked out and there she was, talking to the captain of the yacht she had been admiring. I call him captain because of his ...aval officer hat, which I noticed immediately for two reasons. One, Claudia has always loved the image of men wearing hats like those (police hats, army hats, etc), and two, there was practically nothing else he was wearing, except for the ridiculously small red speedos that showed a bulge that I hoped with all my heart was a pair of socks stuck. With two quick steps, I move her backwards against the counter top. She leans both hands back behind her for balance, and I catch her wrists and hold them together. My other hand moves quickly between her legs, two fingers thrust inside her, holding her rooted as I bend her backwards. I nuzzle her neck, kissing, then harder kisses, then a little bite. " No hickeys," She whispers, breathless. " I told you not to say no," I say and bite her hard, holding the flesh between my teeth like a wolf. She knew a little about sex, but hadn’t really thought about it much. There weren’t any boys in Oak Hollow that she was interested in. Not in that way. She looked up to see Mark staring at her finger as it slid back and forth between her legs. His mouth was open. “You really think I’m pretty?” she asked, turning in the water to let it wash off all the soap.“Oh yeah,” he said, his voice husky.“Well I think you’re kind of handsome your own self.” She smiled at him.They got out of the shower and. “Sir no” She softly whispered, begging him to stop as she didn’t have a bra on underneath the skimpy outfit. “Now now girl, we’re going to need you to change outfits for your sweet old Grandpa.” Mr. Wilson jeered “I don’t think he would be happy seeing his sweet lone Granddaughter dressed like such a slut” He said this in a booming voice before laughing. Katee’s cheeks reddened as she saw the cab driver once again staring at her inquisitively through the rear view mirror. They were stopped at.