Ever since I turned 16 and my boobs came in, you've never looked at me the same. As I walk to my bedroom, I give an extra sway to my hips knowing you'...e watching. It's like a game to me. I act all innocent but at the same time I know I turn you on. I've been waiting for you to make a move. This weekend I'm done waiting. It's my turn. I walk into my bedroom and close the door. It's beginning to feel a lot like summer. I strip off my white denim shorts and throw them in the corner. Next I peel. When he turns his head to give the raft a shove with his pole, she slips away again. He shakes his head slowly and continues on his way. At the next bend he brings the raft to the bank, ties it to a large oak, and sets up his meager camp. After setting a pair of cane poles into the muddy bank to bring forth his evening meal he retreats carefully up the side of the bank and into a cleft in the hillside being careful to leave no tracks of his passage. He does not do this out of fear, nor is this. ‘Jesus Christ, Jim! That’s not fucking funny!’ I said in the middle of yet another hard whack. ‘I aint laughing, mama.’ He replied cruelly, tracing a finger from a steaming hot welt down to the crack of my ass. Without warning he shoved his finger into my very virgin ass. It felt hard and unforgiving as he moved it. Then, just as quick as he inserted it, he pulled it out. ‘No baby, I’ll save that for another lesson.’ I sighed in genuine relief as he flipped me over so that I was once again. When she said no, I briefly wondered if the phone was tapped since she worked for the company, assumed the NSA but they were so slow it didn't matter, went on and told her that Gloria was with me and that we wanted to see her. She gave a strangled cry and got my address.Ten minutes later, the girl's father got to my door, and he was not alone. The two goons with him looked Secret Service, dark suits and rep ties, but I doubted that they were. State, I knew, hired contractors, very gun-happy.