“It’s like slicing warm butter!” you exclaim, “I love it!”“Please, think about what you are doing!” she pleads.“Oh, I know what I’m ...doing!” you cackle menacingly.“Think about it!” she cries, “I am your fuck toy! You can do whatever you want me to, whenever you want, for as long as you want.”“I know!” you roar, “And I want to destroy you!”“Right now? You have only fucked me once,” she screams, “Think about all the fun you can have with my perfect little body. Day after day. Wouldn’t it be more. That led to me doing some of their kids and then that led to my reputation preceding me in high school. I just about had girls lined up and taking a number. And, of course, sex takes practice and the more you do it, the better you get. I was good and generally could go for twenty or thirty minutes including at least one climax before I needed a break. It got so I could actually ignore the first ejaculation, thinking of it as making the next one easier. That left most girls satisfied. So I. Sienna smiled, shyly."OK."Rachel slid her hand up Siennas thighs, under the dress and eased her fingers under the waist of her knickers and began to pull them down, while kissing her calves, until the knickers came over the ankles. Rachel couldnt wait to see Siennas pussy, so she forced her legs wide apart and then inched her skirt up over her waist. Sienna felt exposed and vulnerable, and this just turned Rachel on. Rachel lay down, her face inches from Sienna's pussy, and pushed her lips. "Well, it gives me a good ... wait a minute; are you telling me you've never fingered yourself?" I asked her. "I didn't say that", she said. "I asked what it felt like jacking off." "Oh, so you HAVE fingered yourself?" I asked. "She blushed so prettily, and smiled-something I rarely saw her do in my presence. "Let me see", I told her. "See what?" she asked. "You fingering yourself", I said. "NO!" she said. "That has nothing to do with this." "Well", I said, if you want to see what it feels.