I have to get this done, I reach over and hold Ashley’s shoulder: My hand grasps softly, my arm pulls her sturdily. She turns easily, like a sack of...rice, a burlap sack. “Listen, I am telling you this is all fine, don’t get down about it.” She didn’t like this at all, her face tensed, it revolted against my words. She spoke softly but with great force, in short restrained stabbing movements. “Don’t tell me this is fine, my friend is dead, your friend.” She looked down for only an instant, “and. I will slap you till you do not call me your master and then make you eat my cum,”During this monologue, strangely I was getting aroused. Normally I did not like to be insulted by the man I was having sex with but this man for some strange reasons was making me feel horny myself. I tried to imagine a lonely farm shade where no other person is to be seen for miles and miles and this brute is fucking me to his heart’s content may be hitting me and abusing me a bit while his rock hard dick is. She wanted a gentle but rugged man. He needn't be good looking but good looks was a plus.Honesty and respect for her were her two biggest points. She wanted a man that liked to have fun, not just sexual but liked museums and zoos, maybe even amusement parks. She told me she would do anything for the right man. She did mention that since she was an only child that she wanted a bigger family - three, four, maybe even five kids - and her husband had to love kids.Mary looked at me and asked, "What. Now that she is thirteen and I’ll let her finally start having sex, she deserves more than something that she can get out of the kitchen herself. Besides the girl really wants more clothes so she might as well start charging for sex.When I was her age, I used to charge my brothers whenever they fucked me. In high school I made the boys take me to dinner or a movie to get into my panties. Hell, even my husband turns over his entire payroll check for the privilege of fucking me. So what if her.