You’ve told me that story so many times. The secret story you’ve only told me. How humiliated you felt after. How you blamed yourself. You still d... don’t you?”She nodded meekly, eyes closed, grunting softly. His fingers were experts, sliding along her folds, teasing her. Her panties were already soaked, she could smell herself in the air. Desire and shame all mixing together as he talked to her.“It was probably your fault, but that’s ok. You responded to it, it’s natural. The craving that came. This morning the island was deserted, just as it had been on my earlier visit with Sarah. Unlike the hotel and its environs, the only sign of progress or change here was a thatched dining area with rough picnic tables. No running water, but the thatch was a needed addition to the rather scrawny trees and other vegetation that might have provided cover against the brilliant sun and the heat that seemed to press against us everywhere. Absent the breeze on the water the three of us dripped with. "I unzippered his pants and put my hands on his member. I rubbed him until he comes. I was happy he came as he kissed me. I think a spark of love was lit between us that night.Late the next morning, I heard the phone ring."Hello," I said."What happened when he took you home?" Susan asked on the other side."Winston was nice and a perfect gentlemen," I replied. "When we got to my apartment, we kissed. It was wonderful. I felt so good in his arms."I started to cry."What's wrong?" Susan asked."Me!". I lick my lips clean and told him it tasted good. He told me I was a good cock sucker. Apparently going from cock sucker to slut is a short leap, boys are worse than girls in keeping secrets in fact I think they brag about it to other boys. Before long I had other boys coming to me to suck their cocks. If every girl at school did it, why were they coming to me? It didn’t take long to get the reputation of a cock sucking slut. Suck one cock and you’re labeled for life. I had two choices, run.