God, what had I gotten into?I was alone for the first time and the tranquilizer seemed to have worn off. I slowly raised my arms off the table and bro...ught my hands near my face. My arms looked much thinner and my wrists were so slender. And my hands! They were so fine, so delicate looking. I remembered holding hands with girlfriends in the past and thinking how small they had seemed, as if my hand nearly engulfed theirs. Now mine were like that.I was just working up the courage to reach below. Her pussy was musky and wet, what I was doing was having an effect on her, but I wasn't 100% sure how to proceed. She told me she fingers herself so it should be ok. I asked her to show me what she did when she fingered herself. After the initial embarrassment, she started to finger herself and I licked her fingers in her hot pussy. She pulled her fingers out and I grabbed her hand and licked her wetness off of them. She looked at me and said that she wanted to finish sucking me. I knew she was. Or, maybe she just wanted someone to payher to act cute. No matter what her reason, she had been completelyunprepared by the year she had spent reading "Elle" and sucking down teenreruns on SoapNet.In many ways it was the best year of her life.God, did she learn. Oh, boy did she learn. She learned what it was likefor guys to be the "other" sex. She learned what "being cute" on aneveryday basis meant. She learned to walk weeks on end on a sprainedankle and how carrying a trays of food could make. And the way to get it was to suck or fuck Hammer or those he sent to see her.She bent low to change the angle of the prick filling her body, to feel it rubbing against the root of her own cock and to feel the length of the turgid shaft of flesh probe her heated sheath in a slightly different manner. Hammer lazily reached up and touched the oh so sensitive and new boobies that Calienté was growing while saying, “Cum for me pretty girl.”Lightning struck! At least that was how it seemed to.