Just as soon as you suck my dick. Suck it real good just one time, and the job's yours."It took a full second for his words to register on her twisted..., confused brain, but when they did, they slammed into her like a ton of steel. "No! No! You're out of your mind! I won't do it! I won't!" she screamed, struggling with all her strength to free her naked body from his viselike grip. But his thick, hairy thighs pinned her like glue to the sofa--she was powerless to escape him no matter how hard she. It seemed to be working just fine.I could feel my labia spreading to accept more of his cock. It felt like a muscle pulling. I didn’t mind the little bit of pain because I was having so much pleasure.I saw a trickle of my blood running over Bobby’s cock. It didn’t upset me because I had read about it happening in our sex class. Bobby Morris had popped my cherry. I know that’s not how it was explained in the book, but it was the more common term used around there.I kept lowering myself an inch. They refer to me as the Ghost. Why?” she asked naively I explained that generally I am in and out. With no alarms sounding and nothing looks disturbed. That I hadn’t found any door, safe or alarm I couldn’t open or beat.The two women returned with some takeout food in their trays and young Suzie was quick to retell what we had spoken about.“So, you’re supposed to be the Ghost huh?” Margaret sneered I just nodded. Her demeanour not that inductive to talking.“I’ve heard of the Ghost, he. What does that mean?”Xandra looks at me, and pauses. When she speaks, it’s obvious that she is choosing her words carefully. “It’s just… when I look toward the horizon, I can just feel that these islands are the only land in this ocean. I can’t explain it any better than that.”“...Fascinating. Well, what else can you tell me? Why do you not expect self awareness?” I ask her. My skin is charging with that mysterious buzz again. “What am I feeling right now?”“Well, we don’t know what makes us all.