I then pulled my hand away.“Don’t doubt me again…if you want me to feel the same way.”“Yes Ann” she muttered. “Please, can you make me ...um?”“I’ll make you cum when we’re finished.”I hated manipulating her like that but she was a slut and you treat sluts differently than you do “nice” girls. I then pulled the car into the road and drove to Rick’s house.Rick let us in and I led her to his living room. He was sitting there when he saw us and his eyes opened wide and he stood up. “So you’re Ann’s. Things had been going well for you. Your school was good, your grades incredible, your brother was coming back and your parents were awesome. You felt a swelling of pride at having everything seem to work well. There was such beauty in the world. Skipping to one of the nearby benches, you came to a stop, dropping your pack next to the bench you stepped over to the nearby fountain, sipping away at the water as if your life depended on it. One bad thing you had going on was you frequently. ’ She continued to laugh then urged, ‘Shut up. You can’t say shit cause you ain’t read it!’ He grinned and stated, ‘Ain’t gonna neither.’ She again shook her head then began her day and was terribly nervous and excited to finally meet the author of her all time favorite erotica series. She had read Victor Hardway’s books from the very first one, admired his artful depictions of fetishes on the cover art and the written contents that told the story captured in the image. But, also, she found. She started walking towards the gate around the pool, her towel over her shoulder. Her tight backside squeezing as she moved. With every stretch and squeeze I felt my erection throb even more.Well. I was going to Hell anyway.I followed her up the stairs, down the corner. She never looked back. I kept just close enough to see her but not so close that she’d notice me. Her slim legs shifting back and forth as she stepped, her flip flops making little slaps every time they hit the ground.I saw her.