I consulted a child psychologist. She recommended I stop bugging Amelia and let her heal in her own way. If she didn’t improve in six months, I migh... then seek help for her. So I tried to stop bugging her.We rolled into fall, a balmy, Californian fall. School resumed. I focused on movie projects and, pleasing me immensely, the media lost interest in us. Our drive was finally empty. We could grocery shop without being hassled.When my birthday approached, I stopped waiting. I suggested to Amelia. I was shaking as I did so. I stepped back from her and swallowed hard. She pulled herself back onto the toilet seat and I looked down on her. She pulled her knickers to one side of her pussy and stroked it. I only wanted to make her lick me and suck my pussy. I was then going to leave her. Be dominant Becky had said to me. She likes it that way. The more I looked at her shaven pussy, the more I wanted to taste it. I was panting hard, staring into her puffy wet-looking smooth pussy. When I. They were either all sweaty or she had already gone in them. Either way I could hear them being tugged down her big ass. I put my gun down in the brush. I did not want it to go off or the big gun in my under wear. (That what she said...)I smiled again when I could smell a new scent in the woods. I watched her face. She closed her eyes. She had a big grin on her face. I could tell she really had to go. She wasted no time in letting go. I took off my hat and placed it next to my gun. I looked. Dropping her hands to the ground, she rested her cheek against the wall, panting raggedly. The voice came over the intercom, androgynous and distorted with electric crackle as before. "Your time is complete. You may withdraw and leave at your leisure. Congratulations, and welcome to Club Kobalt." Jennifer smiled, feeling weak, used up, and utterly satisfied. Pulling her aching tits slowly through the holes, she made an effort not to scrape off the cum on the tops of her breasts as she.