Track B patients entered treatment as complete innocents, for whereas Track A girls needed a "reconstructive conditioning" protocol to adjust their ne...gative or at least suboptimal response to already-in-progress sexual molestation, Prudence, in contrast, had no idea that her maternal Uncle's purpose in bankrolling her "counseling" was one of "constructive conditioning." The cute little redhead had, as of this morning, never even seen a rampant adult cock and, based upon the subtle introductory. “Good,” she said with a typical smart-assed smirk, “better you than me honey!” She told me that he was staying at the King Christian Hotel; we could stop by when I got off work, have a drink and meet him. I liked that better than picking him up where I was working, I was doing enough of that on my own and didn’t want to get in trouble over it. Most of the owners didn’t mind as long as you didn’t act like a common whore about it. I was doing pretty good there, the owner and employees didn’t mind. “...just found her. She’s new to all this and needs to get some experience before she can make a decision.” Lydia stood in the middle of the room, arms crossed in front of her, and Clare and Robert, both back in their clothes, were facing her. “Experience?” Clare answered with a slight smirk. “She’ll get enough of that with us. And after her performance today, I doubt that she’d have any problems adapting. You’ve known us for five years now, you know we’ll take care of her.” My heart started to. Cunt! Fill my cunt! Lick my cunt, bitch. Conflict reared its ugly head once again. Why do I have to act like this? What the fuck is wrong with me? Katies mind drifted off, trying to recall when her bodys needs started running her life. Her mind zoomed to her backyard in Pleasant Valley, Georgia, when she was seven. She stood over a sprinkler on a one hundred degree day. The memory of it caused her knees to feel weak and her juices to flow abundantly with her lust. The sprinkler slowly rotated.