Kneeling down, I pushed aside the broken tile and looked down at a small handgun hidden underneath it. I remembered seeing this gun before when I came... to the toilet.An idea flashed in my mind. What if I marched into Wayne's house with a gun and shot the old man before he tortured anyone? Neighbours might hear the gunshots, the police might arrest me, and I might spend the rest of my life in prison. But if Erika told the police about what she had been through, perhaps they'd let me go.The gun. "What's so funny?" I asked Katie.She looked at me and smirked. "You're sitting there in the chair, staring at your step-daughter's boobs. You just fucked her friend. It's like a man's fantasy, and you're living it," she said.I couldn't help it, but had to laugh. Because Katie was so right."What the hell do you think your mom would do if she woke up right now, and saw what was going on?" I said to Marissa.She walked up to me, standing no more than a foot away from me, and finally, quietly said,. Without warning, he leaned over and took me in his mouth….I was shocked and thrilled at the same time and it wasn’t long before I filled his mouth with my young cum …wow, I loved it.He tried to get me to suck him but I refused (that was to be the one and only time ) and I stroked him until he grunted and emptied. I think he was a little disappointed that I wouldn’t take him in my mouth.Then one day, a guy of about 60 said he lived close by and we could drive there and have some fun in his. He didn't have to ask twice. "Take the spatula, and smack your pussy five times with the spatula end. Each time, count out loud, and each time hit yourself harder than the last". I paused for a split second--am I actually going to do this? Before I mentally completed formulating that question my legs were already spread and my pussy lips were swollen and slightly parted. A resounding yes. Smiling sheepishly. Spank. "One". Spank. "Two". Mmmm. Spank. "Three". Spank. Ungh. "Four". Spank..