Steven heard squeals of anger and frustration from the kitchen."What's the matter, my sweet?" he asked coming in."The wretched marzipan won't stay on ...the side of the cake." Did you spread apricot jam on the sides first?" No. It didn't say anything about it in the recipe." Ah! Well I remember as a kid my mother always used to. She said it made the marzipan stick." How much do you use?" Just thinly spread. Enough to make it tacky."Becca collected the jam from the larder. "Show me, Mr Beeton," she. His hand was steadying himself on my hip and he started to stoke my bottom, wiping his sperm, most probably massaging it into my skin.I shook him off, not making a scene so he stood up, blew me a kiss and walked off, while I wiped his sperm off.In another instance we were all at a festival in our town, which had a lot of beer tents selling wine, which I had consumed quiet a lot during the course of the day.I needed to pee so my girlfriend an I went off down to the river and went behind a tree,. Why did I feel suddenly so virginal compared to her?The day before, after we both stripped naked to join the Program, my sister had blown me, egged on by that bullying bitch Shelena. Our school’s star quarterback thought she had the sweetest smelling cunt on campus. That she could do no wrong.I bet she would be the MVP. I couldn’t be her sex slave, and the idea of that cunt touching my little sister, cajoling her, getting her to do things made my blood run cold. I would say no. I wouldn’t do. So many horny guys! I've always liked when guys check me out but this is really getting checked out!" I giggled"I love seeing guys check you out too. We were at a party one time and I overheard two guys were talking about how sexy you were and how they wanted fuck you. I kept thinking that I ought to be mad but I was just turned on!" Steve saidSo you started sharing me on the computer to get that same feeling?" I asked"Yes! You are just so hot!" He said"So let me ask you; do you want this to go.