Not fat, not thin, not attractive, not unattractive, just ‘there’.We move to a close-up, ready to hear her introduction, and note her face ... She...looks strange – not ugly, but unusual ... A long blonde fringe, hanging thick and covering her eyebrows - a wide nose, with deep lines to the sides of her mouth that make her cheeks almost fold in as she smiles, which she does before she speaks.She’s a 5. At best. But the dog won’t care!She forces the smile from her face, collecting herself, and then. I intended on pushing her onto the bed, but just like before she pushed me down and knelt over the top of me. I felt her fingertips brush my clit and I shuddered, “It’s my turn first” she whispered into my ear. With that she moved and knelt on the floor, I parted my legs, already feeling my pussy pulsing. Two fingers pushed inside me and I gasped as she started moving her fingers in and out, God it felt so good. As she pushed her fingers into my wet pussy, she sought out my clit with her. ‘I think you will be very happy with this couple that I am taking you to.’ I looked at her in shock. Mom had requested this. She didn’t want me close by? ‘I….I don’t understand.’ I said weakly. Mrs. Jenkins looked at me and for the first time I saw compassion in her aging eyes. ‘I don’t know for sure why your mother requested this. I do know that she wants you to get help and she wanted to get you as far away from the people who are supplying you as you can.’ I stared out the windshield,. “You passed a diner a few blocks back. I thought you weren’t going to stop so I didn’t say anything.”I cocked my head at her, askance. I sighed. “Okay, I’ll turn around.”I retraced the route until she pointed out what I’d previously taken to be a double-length garage with a couple of small windows in the side. It looked very similar to some of the houses: four metal covered walls and two plain roof sections leaning against each other. It reminded me of photos of the old prefabricated houses.