She literally can't control herself."Mistress gave my ass a good, hard spank. "Stop it. Bad girl."I used everything in my remaining power to cease my ...hrusting against Mistress' gloriously smooth, long fingers. It was like trying to stop yourself from taking a sip of water, when your dying of thirst and the cup is tilted against your lips."I'm fucking you, not the other way around, understand?" Mistress instructed.Her shrill tone froze me to the core. I felt like a helpless, little girl, just. But I couldn't sleep. The rain beat relentlessly against the sloped ceiling just above my head and the sounds of the old farmhouse in the dead of night were familiar yet alien at the same time. It wasn't my bed I was sleeping in and sleep didn't come easy.1:52. I glared at the alarm clock beside me and sighed, rolling on to my back in hopes of finding a more comfortable position. Two minutes crawled by before I gave up, sat upright, and slipped from the bed. I told myself I was just going to. .. Dad and I ... I kissed him, ummm...”She looked at the floor, her face reddening as I watched.“Come on, Heather, spit it out. You’ve got a question and there aren’t stupid questions among us,” Rhee encouraged.Heather quickly looked up at Rhee, then back at the floor, then at me, her face wearing that dogged expression that she presents when she is trying to get something out about which she’s embarrassed.“When I kissed Dad, it seemed like he...” she inhaled deeply, let out some of the air,. Abigail dressed in a white camisole sleeveless top underneath a loose blue check shirt with a pleated white cotton mini skirt and went about her area distributing her envelopes, a few friendly people invited her in for a chat and though somewhat shy she did pop in and when she left-she only stayed a few minutes to explain who the money would be given to-in each house or bungalow the people were left with the same impression; that Abigail was a kind, sweet pretty church girl who was a credit to.