She teased me about being an exhibitionist and went so far as to bet that I wouldn't be able to make it to the basement before ravaging her. With talk...like that, I was amazed to find her wrong. Before that, though, we spent our time in the living room touching thighs and biting ears. After a little over half an hour of tantalizing, "Oh god, I need to fuck her," thoughts, we finally made it into the basement.From the basement, she hooked her iPhone up to speakers, using them to play music to. The coat he had ruined wrapping it round her to keep her warm must have cost five guineas at least. More money than Faith had received in four years at the mill. The older apprentices were paid but deductions for food, lodging and what passed for schooling left only pennies. Before she was twelve, Faith had worked eight hours a day for no pay at all. Her rescuer sat opposite, his hands folded over the silver handle of his cane. He had said nothing to here since he pulled her from the water. She wanted me to remove my clothes. She wanted me to strip myself naked."Take off your clothes, Tommy," she said again. "I mean it. I'm not fucking around," she said.Another one of my longtime sexual fantasies, over the years while masturbating myself, I've imagined stripping myself naked in front of my mother and/or my aunt. Yet, now that my mother wanted me to undress, strangely enough, I felt more embarrassed than I'd felt sexually excited. I imagined my mother and my aunt sexually staring. Corrine was an essential part of our group, and things just were not the same without her. For a few days, Steve and Corrine were all any of us could talk about, but then it just became too depressing a topic. Corrine’s absence became the proverbial elephant in the room. Ironically, with the turn in mood came a turn in the weather, and the scorching spring heat wave gave way to a freak non-stop torrential downpour that blew in from South America. It seemed appropriate to me, having lost one of.