..” she said meekly while looking down again.I mentally groaned at how little she thought about her own unbelievably sexy body. She really had a hor...rible image in her mind about what she looked like.“Lemme guess, that asshole Jason said that to you?” I surmised.“Yeah ... He ... he touched me there once and then he said that I was stinky ... that all girls were smelly and that eating pussy was dirty because girls bleed from there ... He said that it was different for girls to suck on their. She had been dabbing at her twat with tissues so as to not soak through the thong before we arrived.As we arrived at the shoreline town Kelly realized she had forgotten to get the booze for her sangria. We saw a small liquor store and stopped. There were a couple of cars in the parking lot. I let Kelly go in looking for her bottles of Spanish wine and orange liqueur (her recipe from the pub). Kelly was at the back of the store looking for the Spanish wine. She was bent in half at the waist. Susan wondered if he meant to finally use her for sex. Up until now, there’d been no penetration of any kind. He’d simply gotten her used to being spanked and whipped for her Master’s pleasure. She felt herself blush when she realized that she was also deriving quite a bit of pleasure, as the feeling of leather striking her body caused undeniable arousal.“You’re such a naughty girl, slut,” he continued. “You want my cock, don’t you? I’d planned to wait till next week for this next part. But. No one pushed the boundaries, no one took advantage. Until one day ...Author's note: If this is your first time reading "Always, Abbie," please continue below. If you're familiar with her adventures, you might like the thread I'm currently focused on, which is called "Jake and Abbie Go to a Wedding." It's the longest story to date, and features extensive and varied scenes over the course of a wild wedding weekend. She was making small talk in the coffee room with a guy from work, Jake, and the.