Sherrie noticed how quick and efficient I was handling a knife and commented "Brian, I see that someone has trained you so that someday you'll be usef...ul as a husband."Mr. Crane jerked his head up when he heard Sherrie refer to me as husband material, and I noted his look of interest. I suddenly had no doubt that he would at least think about matchmaking and made a mental note to keep that in mind.Jennifer loved the whole event. She went on and on about how nice it was outside, how much she. He started with the crop and I jumped in my ropes, whimpering, because he licked it against my lower belly. He worked me over that way and he knew what to do, of course he did. By then he had seen me curl up with a pillow when I slept because it felt nice during that time. He knew where every sensitive part of me was.And he used it. The crop was torment with even just the small licks he gave me. I lowered my gaze, miserable, and unable to even feel the general sexual pleasure I usually got from. That journey so long ago, was an awakening, my voyage of discovery, a revelation to me, it all made sense and pardon the pun, it all came to me and in an explosive and erotic manner.I actually remained completely naked until the train came to a complete halt, willing myself, exciting myself, sitting behind drawn blinds, as men passed by outside, rubbing my pussy and forcing that eighteen orgasm, the possibility of discovery, adding fuel to the explosiveness, as my body rocked and convulsed,. Certainly it was no surprise that the sass-mouthed babysitter was not a virgin. Even though she was only fourteen, it was practically a given that a girl like her – single parent home, bad attitude, smart-ass – would have been despoiled by now, probably at the hands of a slightly older boy. And the way she behaved, I would rather expect that that unknown pioneer had merely been the first of many.Yes, it is true that I was mildly surprised to find that despite this likely history, her vagina was.