I moan in pain, but it sounds almost like one of pleasure...and the junk in my panties starts to stimulate me again..."Shit, the bitch likes it!" he e...claims and twists again, making memoan.. and again... "You love it don't you slut?" Un... oh.. y.. yes Master..." I groan wanting to pull away, aware mydrinks tray is shaking...I think he's about ready to push it further when the original maidarrives with a dustpan and brush.. and he grins at me again"Oh dear.. I must have been mistaken. Run. You move behind me and I feel the bed shift as you lean on it. I hold my breath, the anticipation of your tongue on my pussy driving me to whimper in need. Instead, though, I hear you inhale, even as I feel your breath on the backs of my thighs. “Jesus, you smell amazing. I want to eat you until you scream,” you say. My pussy muscles spasm and I arch my back, a high pitched keening leaving my throat. I look over my shoulder and see you bent over behind me, your head poking up past my rear. Your. "Look I know like all boys you would have been afraid what other boyswould think if they saw you in a lingerie shop with your Mum. Perhapsyou might even have been afraid that your Mum would have got carried awayand bought lingerie for you. But I saw you walk as confidently into thatshop as any other girl and looking at the clothing. Yes, you felthumiliated when I pointed out that you were my boyfriend and the shopassistant giggled but your confidence came back when the shop. But some things are so terrible that it’s worth the risk to try and change them, don’t you think?”I just sat and thought for a little while as Grandpa watched me. Eventually, I decided: “We can’t just stand by twiddling our thumbs, knowing he’s hurting kids. That makes us guilty too.” I saw a hint of understanding on his face. “Do something, please?”“You’re no fun anymore!”, Caity announced to me the following day. We had about two weeks left of the summer holiday, and she was probably right..