Knowing I didn't deserve any pleasure I forced my hands back to myfront, their new task was to rip open my school shirt in a flurry of buttonsand to b...gin pinching my nipples. I had managed to get the cock head into my mouth and now using my whole bodyI worked it further into my, reveling in its smell and taste. Working harderon the important job I surrendered to need and brought forth one of my handsto help me guide the massive dick. My other hand crushed my breasts and twistedtheir nipples. .. I don't know. Come on." "But why does she have her hand inside her buttons? Why is she rubbing her tummy?" "Shhh. Maybe she has a tummyache." "But, but ... why is she smiling?"-----She looked at the large dog. It held her gaze.She saw the recognition in its liquid brown eyes, felt the stir deep in the pit of her stomach, the looseness, and the sudden presence of moisture.It knew.She knew.-----"Can I call you?", your email says. I think for a few minutes, and then burn my boats. "I'm sorry.. But that would really make me look like a perv, so, I did the next best thing. I used my finger to scrape out the blob of cum from her snatch. I smeared it on one of the pastries, like it was icing. I saved that one for her. I might tell her, or I might not. I did not know. I then started making a little noise to help her wake up.Her hair was matted over her face, so I could not see her expression as she regained consciousness. She slowly lifted her head and cocked it, looking for me. . She had not spoken since the incident. Her eyes would not focus and she had had to be forced to take even a drink of water. Ruth raged inside at the cruel world that would treat a child in such a manner. She had completely forgotten that she was herself a child, such had been her abrupt aging process. She stood wearily and pulled the non- responsive Elizabeth to her feet, then moved her toward the back of the truck. Ruth clambered down first, then helped the poor girl down. Elizabeth stood.