“Is he for real?” I asked Betty who looked at me andsaid, “Yes, he wants to watch how much of a slut I’vebecome for you,”... she grinned and moved around to see mebetter making her skirt ride up even more.“What would you like me to do lover boy?” she asked.This was really strange and I was not sure how to play itso decided to test the water a little by asking, “OkBetty, why don’t you pull your skirt up the rest of theway and let me see your. " Your father warned me you were a whore. Are you a whore Marianne?"She could have answered truthfully that she was the victim of an incestuous father and voyeuristic sadistic husband, but Marianne was fast approaching the point of no longer knowing the truth. Savaged and debased since she was a tiny girl she was no longer sure what the truth was. Perhaps they were right. Perhaps she was a vile and ugly girl who deserved everything she had suffered. Believe it or not, however, she knew what. Although Mary was aware sex was everywhere around her she used romantic stories to stimulate her imagination and her imagination to arouse self-gratification. Mary regularly fantasized while reading romantic tales of beautiful women succumbing to dominant men and often had daydreams she was being swept away by a handsome muscular man with gentle hands, sweet kisses, a soft but convincing voice and the brute force hidden within him forcing her to step over the edge.Mary's older girlfriend. Finally, once we had caught our breath, I cuddled up nextto her, and she told me that she'd never done it without a condom before. Shesaid that she really liked it - it seemed (in her words, and again in thatamazing Russian accent) much "closer" to her knowing that there was nothingbetween us, and that we were sharing "everything."I was glad she liked it, because she let me have her again about an hour later. We drifted off wrapped close together in a sticky, gooey mess. Then, in themiddle of.