I kind of tripped over my dumb tongue and stammered something out and she laughed. She knew that I was a social retard because I'd told her so, but I ...was dumbstruck by her. I didn't know what to say or do, so we stood there.She finally just reached out, took my hand and pulled herself inside. She closed the door, took hold of my arm and kind of coaxed me into leading her into what was obviously the living room. I felt just like a shy teenager, still unable to talk. But I was smiling a lot.About. “I’m not a hooker!”“C’mon, Miss C!” DeShawn pleaded. “Just a few seconds to look. We just wanna see! I promise all we’re gonna do is look. We ain’t never seen nuttin’ like that before…right, boys?”DeShawn’s classmates all nodded their heads and murmured, “Right.”“Just a few seconds, Miss C,” DeShawn softly said with a smile. “We won’t take pictures or video or anything. C’mon, now…what’s the worst that can happen?”Becca pondered that last question. She is in school, she thought to herself. If. She showed him where the necessary ingredients and cooking implements were, and it wasn’t all that long before they were sitting at the table, eating a rather good meal.Looking outside, it was one of those really dreary autumn days, low clouds that was almost fog, a constant drizzle, and cold. In a few months, that rain would be snow, and it would be a day to stay inside. Even today was rather dismal, she suggested that they stay inside, in front of the fire in the living room.“We probably. I wrecked Daddy's car! I masturbated in the hallway! I do that all the time, begging to be fucked by Daddy, acting like a slut.”“Yes,” Mommy moaned. “A slut... You've been such a handful. You've made me so angry. I thought I should suppress it, but...”“But when you're angry at me, you have to discipline me!” I moaned. “Make me submit to your punishment.”“Oh, young lady, we will,” Daddy said, his hands stroking my sides, his dick half-hard in my pussy.“Yes, yes, you've been such a naughty slut,”.