The moment seemed rife – “Would you like to be naughty – together?” I questioned.“I thought you would never ask, Douglas!” she said placin... her hand on my groin. “My, is that big ole thing for me?” she giggled.“Only if you want to – I don’t want to pressure you into anything, you don’t want!” I said.“Cookies are ready!” Lorraine and Julia came out to say.I got up, taking Susan by the hand. We went into the kitchen.After we filled ourselves with Mom’s famous snicker doodles, Susan got up and. Since everyone else was asleep, moving a vinyl mat and a plastic tote silently was difficult, but we managed. The bay was fairly dark, but we could still see well enough. I put my mat on the top bunk and my box of stuff under the table, leaving my hair conditioner out on the table.Nashville laid on his bunk on his side. He was shirtless, wearing nothing but boxers. I pulled off my shirt which was like a scrubs shirt but heavier and less comfortable. I left my pants on, and laid down next to. It wasn't good for me, though. I was just a cum-dump for my rapist. But believe me, with the rings constantly drawing my attention to my nipples and my clit, sex was on my mind a lot.Mark and Brad were disappointed of course. Sean told them we would have to skip the race for two weeks. But he promised to make it up to them.My rapist dropped by after ten days. He dropped off the two DVDs and checked on my piercings. Since he was there he went ahead and bent me over the arm of a chair, lubed me. Of allthe clothes that I would want to wear, a fluffy pink tutu and pink tightswould be dead last on the list. After composing myself, I head out intothe reception area of the dance studio to find Laura staring at me withconcern in her eyes."You okay, Kayleigh-Ann?" the young teenager asks. "You sounded kindaangry in there..." You- you heard that?" I ask, tensing up as Laura nods. "I, um, I justkicked myself over cocking up the steps..." Huh, they looked okay to me." Laura shrugs, before.