I asked her, “Bitch can I slap and spit on your face?” I held her hair like a bun and lifted her face.She was looking so hot when she did that. My...junior was hard like that. I saw it in porn movies how they do and started spitting on her face. When it was all wet and sloppy I rubbed her face with my hands. The mascara on her face was all over. Then I slapped her left cheek.She, like an obedient slave, offered her right cheek. With every slap on mine, she was grunting like a tigress. I wanted to. While I never allowed my hopes to even anticipate such an end, I certainly got excited at that thought!It all flew by faster than I could really comprehend it. Before I knew it, I was gripped with nerves on a chilly evening in late November as Katie went into her kitchen to fetch some drinks for us and for our company that had yet to arrive. Katie swore it was her first time doing anything like what we had planned, but to this day I still suspect she was lying, especially given that she had so. That was all until Janet had fallen in love with Ray at the cinema. A magical kiss in the darkness of the cinema, that had plucked Janet's heartstrings. It triggered the start of her transition into a young woman. Ray had felt the tide turn for him also. With Janet's eager swallowing of his seed, a fresh power had surged into him. He felt there was more to be had from Janet than mercilessly using her as a sex toy.Since that night out to the cinema Ray's attitude to Janet had changed. He no. I pulled her into my arms. "Kitten, you are no more responsible for whathappened to her than she is." I began rocking gently, holding her tight."Is it possible that she is your sister?" I asked in a low voice."My, I heard rumors that I had a half-sister." She used her arm to wipesnot and tears both from her face. "I never really saw her, though."Reaching across the unconscious girl Theresa took hold of her hand. "Doyou know what might have happened to her, how all this got inside ofher?" C,.