It won’t be a problem, honestly. I may not be very old but it’s been my experience that men and boys aren’t very good at dealing with female fee...lings. I don’t think they understand us at all so convincing him that it was all a figment of my imagination won’t be a problem. Just go on treating him the way you do and he won’t suspect anything. ‘Can I ask you something?’ I added. She nodded. ‘If you had the opportunity would you go with him?’ ‘What do you mean?’ she asked quizzically. ‘If you could. "You know we aren't going to do that," she said. Her voice came out much deeper and sexier than usual. "C'mon... we'll just spend a few hours mingling, then we can meet in the pool house and I promise I will fuck you like you've never had." I don't know if that's good enough for me," I responded, teasing her with my voice, as I began to rub my fingers along the gusset of her panties. Slowly, I pushed the material aside and began to touch her pussy lips."Listen, what time is it now?" she asked,. I was very nervous about seeing Wendy the first time after the tournament when she dropped Justin off at the park for our practice, but she was acting perfectly normal."Uh, Mrs. Marcus..." I stammered.She whirled around, looking behind her and to the sides, a humorous glint in her eye."Is Arthur's mother here?" she asked teasingly. "She's the only person who fits the description of 'Mrs. Marcus' that I know."I could feel myself blushing. "Okay, then, Wendy," I reluctantly agreed. "The other. "But my husband, I..." Ah, ah, ah, never contradict me." Yes, my husband." Your father warned me you were a whore. Are you a whore Marianne?"She could have answered truthfully that she was the victim of an incestuous father and voyeuristic sadistic husband, but Marianne was fast approaching the point of no longer knowing the truth. Savaged and debased since she was a tiny girl she was no longer sure what the truth was. Perhaps they were right. Perhaps she was a vile and ugly girl who deserved.