"Jesus you're--you're so--so beautiful!" he breathed with unabashed charm, gazing my face with marveling awe, and beneath my relief I once again felt ...a funny bump or budge nudging under my lace-sheathed thigh by his belt buckle. Maybe he read my awareness in my eyes because he suddenly caught his breath and blushed and suddenly gently lifted me from his lap to close his knees tight."Er...let's--see you better now," he said in a somewhat hurried abashed way before shifting to unabashed. Ihad the tiny waist to set that butt off perfectly and I saw the way the boysin my class looked at it. I went to prom as a freshman, and went every yearafter that because guys wanted to fuck me on prom night, as I knew many girlsdid. My power was in not letting them, yet letting them think they might. Sultry,lingering looks and dancing close, touching them always, my hands occasionallygrazing their cocks, I felt their cocks jump against the thin material of thoseformal slacks. I never failed to. His face was full of pain and rage."You broke my hand, bitch," he croaked. He held up his hand, now swollen and red. SG raised her head and tried to focus on him. She was seeing double, and she felt dizzy and nauseous.Then someone broke out of the crowd and lunged toward the men. It was Estelle. She had just arrived and had seen her friend absorbing a terrible beating.She tried to push Louie aside, but he grabbed her by the throat with his left hand and kneed her in the groin. She moaned and. “You have another daughter?” Mark asked, extremely surprised.“Yes, but I was only sixteen at the time, so I gave her up for adoption. I only breastfed her for a few days. The nuns took her after that. I do not know what happened to her. I assume she got adopted, and hopefully got raised by good parents,” Sherry replied.“Have you had sex with anyone else?” Mark asked.“Only you,” Sherry softly answered.“While you were living with your other husband and his father, did you get fucked in the ass?”.