From dark. He give food," she opensher mouth wide, and points down her throat. Helen arched an eyebrow, in mild curiosity. The hand signal seemedv...guely sexual, indicating something being forced down her throat. Shesaid nothing, however. "He give warm, but no light. Make warm, inside." Her words were slowing down, becoming more hesitant. She was becomingless coherent, struggling to put her thought in words. Helen leanedforward attentively. "You're doing good, Ellie. Keep going. . . you know...”“It’s beautiful. Um ... Can you hold your phone in your right hand?”“Of course.”“Here. Take this corner of the sheet and tug it toward you a little. Right there! Stop!” I reached over and tugged another part of the sheet down so I could see the arc of her butt and the streak of daylight falling across her. Wow! “That’s beautiful. Can you hold that position?”“I’m pretty comfortable. Except for having you stare at me.”“Jasmine, I have to look at you in order to paint you.”“I know.. Mr. Earl juggled it for me.’ ‘Yeah, old Will’s a prince all right,’ I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. ‘Why?’ she asked, concerned. ‘Did you two have a fight or something?’ ‘No,’ I said, not wanting to tell her about the phone number incident. ‘I guess I just thought he was something he’s not.’ She eyed me skeptically, but thankfully let the subject drop. We finished up our lunch and went back to Torch. I wished her a good trip and she gave me a soft kiss goodbye, leaving me wet and. That was my first Rum and Coke ever and I was hooked. After a few sips we were making out on the couch and his hands were all over my breasts. He was a good kisser and much more experienced than the two boyfriends I had had. Also more persistent. He did not let my hesitation slow him down. For my part I may not have been resisting as much as I did with my boyfriends. I think I was ready to lose my cherry. When his hands worked down between my legs I remember consciously parting them to.