“Cunnilingus,” the curvy brunette replied, making a V with her fingers and flapping her tongue between them. “Why you askin’?”Janey turned r...d. “Just couldn’t remember the word.”She couldn’t hide anything from Trissa: “Oh shit! Someone go down on you? Was it Chuck? I know you’ve been eyeing him up.”“No! Um, I mean, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”“Uh huh...”Janey sighed.When Janey got home, her mother was in the kitchen. Her mom’s work started early and usually ended early too.“You. Hmm, curious. Sue pulled a folded paper out of her pocket and clutched it like a life vest. She moved with too much ease and familiarity through the bawdy dancers in the dim and crowded room.I looked around at the listless wallflowers in the ‘living’ room and wondered what they, and I, were doing there. Thoughts of her former life with Paul, her ex, a drug dealer and sex addict, filled my head. She had assured me those days of drugs and indiscriminate, casual, and mindless sex were long behind. Pulling my panties down, just beneath my ass cheeks, he gently rubbed some of the cold gel into my ass, ever so slightly sliding his chubby finger inside me. I wanted to yell, but remained silent, as he withdrew his finger and lightly cupped my balls. "I think you might grow to like this, Slut," Peter said, as he let go of my balls and reached for the butt plug. "It may be better if you relax," he said.I immediately tensed, as I felt the silicon plug against my lubed up anus. Then, I felt Peter. “If I told you that, you would see no reason for living, so I will keep it to myself. All I can say is, if you believe it, then continue to do so.”It was frustrating that she hadn’t given me a straight answer, but I guess she had a point; did I really want to know? I guess not.Sarafina rolled off me and lay on her back next to me and then continued her tale.*I would sneak out as often as I could and go to the houses where men and women met for sex. I often ended up with Asha and Joseph but as.