So this is what it felt like to be a whore? I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol, but I was letting myself enjoy the experience. Mike turned toward me ...and with one hand fingered my clit and the other he lifted my dress around my waist. Next mike pulled down the strap of my dress to reveal my nipple. It was hard and at first he bit it and then began sucking it. I cried out in pain. It was surreal to see Robert just watching another man m***** me. What was he thinking?Mike pulled on the string. I felt hands touch me, and voices a long way off. What sounded like male voice said, “He’s in a coma.” A female voice responded, “Is he in pain? “No, he can’t see, hear or feel anything.” “How long?” “Another day or two at most. Just check that drip, there’s nothing more we can do now.” They were, of course, wrong about my not hearing. I heard, but the words had no impact. I knew they applied to me, yet it was as if they were talking about someone else. I knew that those who had been speaking. “If you try to make this only about sex, we’ll go back to the ‘no sex’ rule,” I said.“Fine,” she sighed.We got out of the shower, dried off and dressed. We went down to breakfast, which was just the two of us, then went for a walk in the garden.“Want to go horseback riding next Friday?” she asked.“Sure.”“I’ll come pick you up after school lets out. It’s our last day.”“What plans do you have for the summer?”“Daddy wants to go to Monaco, but I’m not sure I want to go.”“When?”“The last two weeks. Once in bed, though, all her attention was on him again. She writhed in his arms. When he moved over her, she was eager for him. After a long, slow session, she writhed under him and around him. Then she slept cuddled in his arms. Although they each visited the bathroom during the night, he was awake enough to pull her back into his arms, and she was willing enough to come. He was still holding her when the alarm rang.When he wanted to return to bed after shaving, though, she was already up..