"You are so horny," she remarks, eyeing my panties. "Yes, I am," I say. I'm feeling flushed. She walks around the desk and squats to peer between my l...gs. She's eye level with my pussy. "May I?" she asks.May she what?"Yes," I answer anyway.She uses the pad of her middle finger to rub once below my clit. She's feeling my juices. Then she stands up. "Keep playing, Laken. I'll be right back." She heads down the hallway to her bedroom.I close my eyes for a second, taking in the moment. Fuck, I. She was sucking his cock because of her own needs. Her shame increased and with it so did her arousal. Her hand pumped the long shaft as her mouth worked on him."Is that what you want, whore," he said. "You want to suck my black dick?Then get on your knees like a good married mouth whore," he said.She moaned loudly at his words and pushed her face harder onto his cock as she dropped to her knees. His hand gripped her hair and he pulled her head back a little so she was forced to look up into. On the way home we drove by a few fields and cow pasteurs, at one close to home I said, “Now, I want to see you naked, I want you totally naked in that pasture.”So she got out of the car and began slowly stripping, until all she had on was a bra, then she said, “Is this good?”“No, the bra, too, I want to keep it.” I said.So she took off the bra and was now entirely nude to the side of a road when a car drove by and she ducked into the pasture barely in time to avoid some serious explinations. I. Where Juliana came from, Dr. Charrier would be considered Satan, and Juliana was more than willing to agree. She would like to see the doctor as an evil spirit bent on seducing girls into a life of debauchery. It would be convenient, wouldn't it? It would make her into an innocent victim – absolve her from complicity.But Juliana had this little handicap – she was honest to herself. She'd always been that. Maybe it was the one deciding trait that had made her a misfit at the farm – and caused.