I refused once and then he gagged me with the towel and then while it was still in my mouth, he wetted it with his piss. That wasn’t the end of it e...ther. I was still flowing heavily so he sat me over his cock while he watched TV for the evening and then I had to tongue clean his cock again. Afterwards I got a dose of the strap on my cunt so I never refused again." I thought he might have used your arsehole during your periods." He did. Sometimes alternating from one to the other. I hated my. Not my dad, I mean "NO WAY!"So with the whole afternoon in front of me, I started reading the stories. Some were simple science fiction stories with no sex. Okay, I can accept that. Then I read one called "The Fishing Trip." I knew it was a make believe story too, but something about it seemed familiar. It got me thinking back to Aunt Mary and her place with the lake in the center of the woods on my grandpa's land. (BTW, my grandpa died before my dad ever met my mom).The similarity made me. "That's never a good reason, is it? Not by itself." No." We want you to do it because we're your friends," Ms. Owens assured me gently. "Because we care about you. Do you remember when I told you I had to do it? And I told you I didn't want to, but after it was over, I was glad I did." Yeah. I remember." That's what I want to share with you, Sam," she said. "I want you to have that experience and learn from it just like I did." I'm scared though," I sighed. "I just..." I know. I know," Ms.. That was impossible to ascertain, except by waiting to see. But, if he had changed and said he hadn’t, the statement was less likely.Well, she’d finished her planned final-decision consideration with a good reason to postpone the decision. She put away the encyclopedia volume. She looked through the new fiction section. She selected the most lurid cover to take out. Mom was so easy to shock, and so determined to not express shock. For that matter, Marilyn might actually read it. It would be as.