You just shrugged. "Well don't let me stop you," you replied."I'm sorry?" I asked."You heard me." Well, the moment's kind of passed now that you're ho...e," I said, looking at the carpet."Masturbate, my little slut. That's an order."I swallowed, the sound amplified in my head. It always amazes me that you can turn me on so quickly by such simple action, such as casually groping my breasts, or in this case, with just a single command. I obediently trotted back into our bedroom and undressed, fully. They always try to approach me when I’m alone. They always try to offer me a deal that, when you filter through all of the legal mumbo-jumbo, involves testifying against Mr. Rancuri or some of his associates. Sure, like I would give up all of this to be put into a witness protection program and eventually killed anyway. When this fails they ask me to simply feed them a little information now and then as a confidential informant. They try to play on my sense of morality. They always fail. I. "That's about nine hours, which puts us distance-wise in St. Louis, Missouri; home to the Budweiser Beer," Travis explained, "your sister does have good taste, after all."Anya got an evil little grin on her face, "Beer? Your father has beer in the refrigerator. Why don't you have one now while you are thinking of it."Travis immediately got his suspicions up, "Why are you encouraging me to have a beer?" You had a hard morning and you seem... tense and anxious still. A little beer might make you. She had the quintessential teenage pussy, the one I described earlier, that had tight, rolled in lips that seemed to be trying to close off and protect her vagina from being plundered. Her mons was covered with stubble, the same color as her dark brown hair. I found out not long after that, that she’d been meaning to touch things up, but hadn’t gotten around to it yet. I found out at the same time she’s the one who got Caitlin to shave.Emma tried to hide behind Ashley, but Ashley was having.