” For the second time that evening, and for only the second time she could ever recall in her entire memory, Amy reddened from the humiliation of r...jection. She attempted to say something, but her tongue, despite still tasting of Lucinda’s vulva, was somehow tied and she lost all ability for coherent response. Without a word, she wandered off to her own chair by the mirror and studied her own freckled face, damp strands of hair plastered to the forehead, with its oriental eyes and full red. The only time she ever talked was when someone accidentally came inside her."Oh no!" was all she'd say. "Don't do that."Her voice was actually very beautiful, soft and sullen, sweet, like a singer between songs.On weekends, we used to climb the water tower. We'd sit up there, talk, and laugh, and tell stories, passing cigarettes around and taking swigs from stolen bottles. It was dark up there, dark enough that nobody could see us, and far enough into the outskirts of town that if we saw. "The juice of the ginger root needed some time to take effect. Rebecca patted the slightly tanned buttocks and then pinched the left and the right cheek together with her thumb and index finger. Sarah immediately started to wriggle and rub her center against the pillow that had been put under her hips."Stop it, Sarah. Don't try to get yourself off. Remember, this is supposed to be a punishment and you know that as a rule you are not allowed to come from punishment." Rebecca's voice was slightly. “You can deny it all you want, but we both know that deep down you’re a submissive slut that likes it rough,” Aaron said.“I never wanted to be that way, but you forced me. Now you want me to be some strange man’s prostitute. How much is he paying you that you’d turn your own daughter into a whore?” Hellen asked, starting to outright cry.“Don’t give me any of that self-righteous bull-shit. We both know how you really are, that you like to be taken and fucked hard. I’m not getting anything except.