I hated my own boobs and how big they were, yet guys thought the size was the best. I tried to stay quiet enough that I could get pants on before Chel...ea saw me and tried to talk to me. But I didn’t make it, she heard me.“Trisha, hey.” She didn’t look at me but I knew she was trying to hear what I was doing.“Hi.”“I saw you at the high school, in your car parked by the track when students were running on it.”She saw! She saw me staring at Megan and she connected the pieces! I was dead and I knew. I gotta fuck him back, Momma. If I don't he'll hit me again, or worse he'll... Uh-uh, don't even think the K word.Tears stung her eyes, much like they'd stung her eyes when her mother slapped her many years before. Yes, she'd been a bad girl. She'd... come.I couldn't help it, Momma. He licked me, licked and sucked my happy spot, my clitoris. He made me feel feelings I'd never felt before. Wonderful feelings.She swallowed a sob. Yes, she was a bad girl because she wanted him to lick and suck her. As he was watching me, he asked softly, "Can I see you, um, see you between your legs?"I quietly spread my legs open and he put his hand down and traced his finger along my slit sending shivers up my spine. The first boy to ever touch my pussy. Then, he slid his finger in and began rubbing me around on the inside."This feels good, huh?" he asked."Oh, yeah, real good, here rub right here," I said as I guided his thumb to my clit. "Mmm, just rub right there, Davie, mmm, don't stop, just keep. Because of the gag, I did not taste it, but was aware of the thick creamynature of the goo. An hour later, I had finished cleaning and was againbeing escorted to another place. I was getting used to the heels, thatwas the only positive I could find at the moment.I was again in the exercise room and there was that damned treadmillagain. I was told to remove all of my clothing and hang it up while theygot the equipment ready. I was here for exercise and a massage, theysaid. Well that can't.