It made her become more womanly with her hips thinning out, her fat disintegrating as her muscles developed from all the thrusting. She had been made ...nto a sexual deviant and she was proud of it. No matter what she did with other men, or girls, away from home, Annas pussy always itched for the cock that made her. The way her daddy jack hammered into her had stuck in her mind as the best fuck she would ever get and the men she messed around with were proving her assumption right. Though, she. ” “Alright. Tell me, little one, are you here on your own free will?” I nodded. “No, I need to hear you. Do you want to be here?” “Yes, I do,” I said nervously. “You are to address me as ‘Sir.’” “Yes, Sir. I do.” I felt Toms fingers lightly caressing my hair. “Have you got a safe word?” “Yes, Sir, I do.”"What is it?" It's 'Robin Hood', sir", I replied, reluctantly, wondering whether it was strange or ridiculous."Do you know you can use it anytime you need to?" Yes, Sir."“How old are you?” “I am. "It's all right, Louis," she said, soothingly. "I find no fault in you. As I said, I am a woman of experience. I know what it means when a man is overcome by passion. You are quite normal, and I cannot, in good conscience, treat you as if you were not. I'm sure some close-minded and mean-spirited people would upbraid you. But not I. I think it's sweet that you have allowed Sally to gain some education." You do?" Louis sounded, at that point, as if her were perhaps ten years old. And quite. ” She chuckled. “Yeah, you can think that. You can even believe it, sometimes. You wouldn’t have took off if you didn’t think that you were gonna get blamed for what happened at the Cat.” He shrugged, a little irritated at first, until he took a closer look at her. Her expression was distant – bitter. She was venting. “So, what’s your story.” “Mom was a whore. I was nine when one of them killed her – busted her head open for the coppers he’d paid her.” She let out a snorting chuckle. “Thief.