And it actually was repellent. Mostly how they smelled. But girls, one girl in particular, a true dyke, really knew her stuff and showed me how to ple...sure her. Insisted, but I wanted to anyway. And she must have known my sensitivity or had her own, because inevitably we started things in the bath. And then as we got into it, and sweat mixed with pussy, it didn’t repel. It made it better. So I identified as a lesbian.“But I still liked looking at men. And I guess I got a little more confident.. He looked at me with such a tender look in his eyes and said, ‘mmm! That was lovely you taste so good’ . I then let my eyes wander down his body and saw his own cock although small it was standing up rock hard and I somehow knew what he wanted. So, as his hand went down to hold his cock I lifted my legs higher raising my lower half off the towel and up towards him. He sensed that I was willing and eased his finger out of me, moved forward until my legs were supported over his arms then he. Lucy had never been close to her mother, from an early age she sensed she wasn’t wanted, but then her sisters came along and things didn’t change between her and her mother, seeing her sisters getting all the attention from their mother Lucy got closer to her father, but then this was anger her mother and she would do her best to put her down. Now Lucy was so angry she wanted revenge, but she also knew Uncle John would keep his threat so she had to think out carefully what she was going to. This meant that the Mistress would have to press down a bit harder, cutting off her air for a bit, and Sasha gave an understanding moan when she was told so. Being the ever skilled Mistress, the grinding was done in a way in which the victim never felt any pain at all, and the resultant orgasm caused Sasha to feel a bit dizzy and euphoric while the Mistress loudly gasped and moaned in pleasure. Sasha felt her life slowly fading away, her vision slowly going black as she rolled her eyes back. .