"Say it, Denise," Jake ordered. "Say, 'I am a slut.'" "No…" she practically whispered, "no, pleasedon't…please don't make me." Jake pulled back an... slapped her hard across theface. "Say it," he growled fiercely. "I…I am a…slut," Denise respondedquietly, looking down. Jake grabbed her hair and yanked her head back,looking into her eyes. "Not good enough," he threatened. "Say it louder, firmernow, like you know it's true…'cause it is." Denise closed her eyes and opened her mouth butJake slapped. It was the only one that had a snap on cap. I felt his body shift and then a cold feeling on my breasts as he squeezed some on them. He made like a design as he poured. I heard him set the bottle down and he began to trace designs through the lotion with his fingers. He would run them over my nipples and around the sides. I felt my back arch toward his fingers wanting more.Then I felt him start to massage my breasts and spread the lotion all over them. His hands slipped so easily over my chest.. To add to it she was giggling … and trying to control her laughter. “what the fuck?” I thought … I said ok and stood up and started to walk toward the door, she understood that I wanted her to leave … she said “thik hai baba jaati hoon ..” and then again giggled …. This time, I held her hand my first time of touching her or even coming so close to her …“kya hua ap itna has kyu rahi ho tabse ?” I asked …“kuch nehi bhaiya bass aise hi … ap apna kam khatam kar lo main jati hoon” … she said looking. I heard ‘wonderful,’ ‘congratulations,’ and ‘lucky.’ I don’t know who they were directed at. Sunny had a warm, yet wistful smile as she walked around the table. ‘You know I love you both,’ she said. ‘In many ways you’re both beyond your years. And in some ways you’re as young as you are. It would be easier to start this when you’re a little older, but I think you’ll do just fine. And you’ll be very happy.’ You could always count on Sunny. She wouldn’t tell you something just because you wanted.