Except that Amy was much younger. She also kinda resembled that country singer, Kimberly Perry, in a way, a real cutie that one.“Now, there you go, ...weetie,” Amy told Monica while letting her hand wander a little further south of the waist than expected, “weight a desirable one for someone of your height and build, maybe a bit over the medical ideal, but still quite pleasing, trust me. Nothing wrong with this, either. It’s clear that you’re not frigid, not judging from the swamp in your bush,. I didn’t need the blast from Beaver for me to gasp and shudder when he touched my nipples. They were rock hard and throbbing and he must have found some confidence as he rolled my nipples between his finger and thumbs. He also pulled and twisted them making me moan even more.I turned my head slightly and saw Beaver with a phone pointing at me. And hoped that she was videoing me.When he decided that he couldn’t molest my nipples any more he moved down my body. I got a breather until his hands. With Marie it was less complicated. She told me later that she had known for years about My hidden desires, that, of course, she knew about my kink-filled infidelities and had decided some time ago to submit to me, if I should assert myself. She quietly said, ?Well, you know how my dad was?? And I said, ?You mean the ‘sexist pig’ father of yours you’ve bad-mouthed your whole life???Yeh. But that was what I was supposed to say. Sure, he gave my mother the back of his hand, when he felt. My father never wanted a daughter, you see. When Mother gave him no son, she was sent back to France. He wished me around while I was still ‘cute’, but at schooling age wished me gone so he might take other women to his bed for his pleasure, and for a son. Still none produced a son, so father turned to other sources of…. enjoyment, you might say. He would find things slaves did incorrectly, and punish them wickedly. Many tongues were removed, eyes plucked, brands applied. When I finished school.