"Survival," David said. "Think about survival while you're safe and healing in this motel. Survival. Think carefully, Eileen. How long can you survive...as an underage prostitute? I'd guess your pimp beat you up, not a disgruntled john. You jumped from the frying pan represented by your perverted stepfather into the fire, which is represented by the runaway subculture and prostitution. Runaway girls often become prostitutes to survive. Think about how to get out of the fire. In the long run,. Then moved his hand over to her other cheek, gently caressing the soft skin.The girl turned her head to throw him a sassy smile over her shoulder. And, with a smile of his own, he brought the lash down once more. Faster, and with a little more sting this time.He barely gave her time before his palm ran over the newest red line, enjoying the way her buttocks quivered under his hand. Then his fingers travelled lower, between her cheeks, over her tightly puckered rosebud, then down, down, slipping. While rubbing the length of her crack with my active fingers, I managed to extract the thong from the folds of wet lips that held it and moved it to the side. With the next rubbing action, I was stimulating her entire crack and clitoris up close and personal. With this she bucked up off of my probing hand and was straddling my face with her pussy, mouth level and her knees slightly bent at my shoulders. Now my tongue had full access to her wet little cunt. My tongue went to work. For one thing they were not included in that new closeness, and for another, their mother had signed them up for practically every after school program in the state. It was like she didn't ever want them to come home.That wasn't true. Janet just preferred that they not be home when she was with her son.Janet was John's room, preparing for their usual afternoon of lovemaking when she felt the onset of her period. It took her by surprise as she hadn't expected it for at least two more days. It.