"You are wet, my dear, but I think we can do better. Shall we see if we can get that little whore cunt of yours a bit damper? I do so love the taste o...f a juicy peach!"He didn't wait for an answer – it wouldn't have made any difference anyway. He was going to do what he wanted with her and she knew it. It's what she loved about him and the reason she kept coming back to see him. She craved his control and readily surrendered to it.He placed his left hand on her pubic mound and pressed down. Well that is not completely true.”“It’s not?” Marc asked with increased interest.I cleared my throat again, working up the courage to confess my sin.“Not entirely. Gary and I ‘experimented’ a bit when we were teenagers. I’ve never told anyone about this…I never would have volunteered it to you. But you asked me…and I don’t want to lie to you…”“Okay, first of all, you don’t ever have to lie to me…about anything. I’m not going to judge you, or condemn you. And, the story you told me last night. Ellie fought back a chuckle and did her best to seem sincere in her terror over being left behind. She cried on April’s shoulder, her own sister, everything innocent on the surface as the pastor’s wife led her back to her trailer. April didn’t even put up any kind of fight, which would have been very suspicious in the past. Now, however, she was so shaken and scared that she was like sheep to the slaughter.“Oh, Ellie ... I’m ... so lost ... so doomed ... what did I do wrong? How could I have. I've already told you my name and age, but unlike your assumption, I have dark brown hair and big brown eyes. My nose is average size and not really wide at all. There's a small freckle located at the tip of it. My female friends would move their finger from the bridge down to the tip and then move it away in a flying position before saying that it's shaped like a cute little ski ramp. I suppose my lips are average size too, not too thin and not too thick. I think all you gotta know is that.