But then I thought about it. Fair was fair, right? I'd seen her, so if she wanted to come in, I was honor-bound to let her, right? And after a moment'... thought, I went back to her door and unlocked it. She could come in if she wanted.Then I climbed in and began to take a shower. I was right: the banana chunks were especially hard to get out.But about five minutes in, I started thinking about what Cameron looked like when she was standing right about where I was standing now. I remembered the. Toby was the pimp that John had turned her over to when John and his friends had tired of her.She thought back to the day that John had told her that she was now working for him. At first she hadn't believed that it was happening, but she found out soon enough that John was not joking. That night she had been driven by limo to a house on the outskirts of town and she had gone inside to find three men who greeted her with comments like, "If she fucks as good as she looks, we will get our moneys. When he rubbed her shoulders, he felt her soften both with her muscles and her mind. ‘This feels good to you. Say it. Tell me it feels good . . . and that you want me to take off your bra’.Amy opened her dry mouth and all she could utter was a soft croak. She was boiling over inside . . . as evidenced by her damp pussy leaking in between her legs. Tom was making her feel sooo good. He was gentle and calm and not all crazy like the boys in her grade. She kept thinking she heard him in her head.. She stood before me for a while, in just her panties and bra, taking a few cautious steps like a Russian ballerina, showing off her assets to me, for my viewing pleasure and asked me whether I was sure that she should put on her nightgown. I firmly replied in the affirmative and proceeded to the fridge to bring out the now chilled beers out of the freezer. I was in a dilemma - whether to just drop the evil thoughts of proceeding further and getting closer with this girl and cross the horizon,.