Helen read the shadow on my face. So did Cindy. Cindy rescued me. "Oh, I know that what we did back then was soooo illegal, Dan. But I loved you. Need...ed you. And you loved me, even as scared of it as you were." She slid up next to me, placing her arm around my waist, marking me as her property.Helen said, "Well don't look at me. I wouldn't've said anything. You sure didn't look like the abusive type. Besides, it's not like you didn't get chased."My little redheaded doll was smiling. "I did, you. “Please make me cum. I’ve been so bad.”she nearly cried out.She moved her hand to the waistband of her pink shorts and I couldn’t handle it anymore. The whole situation was taking me to my breaking point and I reached over to her and pulled her shorts down in one swift motion. The action seemed to shock her as her eyes widened and she looked at me with confusion. "What are you doing?" she whispered to me."Giving you what you need. Do you trust me?" I asked quietly, making sure Justin couldn't. Then Claire emerged from the dressing room. I almost forgot to breathe as a beauty unrecognisable from the young woman in the large coat who had arrived a short time earlier. She wore a short red polka-dot dress with a full skirt and pronounced waist. It was low-cut and showed her figure off fabulously. She appeared to be wearing seamed stockings, but they could have been tights I supposed, and red stilettos. Her dark-brown hair was now tied up with a matching bow and she had made her face up. And it was a monster! Long, thick, veiny and as dark as black coffee, with a big set of low-hanging balls, the lust I felt just from looking at the photos made me tremble inside. Would I actually be able to handle a dick that big? And would Steve really not get jealous watching me stroke, suck and fuck this horse-hung young stud? I knew he enjoyed watching me with other guys we'd met, but this was different. This was...well, a female equivalent of a wet dream. I knew he loved me, but wasn't.