Chapter 15 - Weekends

For the next couple of weekends Susie came over to Anne's house. She even spent Friday and Saturday night with Anne. How could Anne's parents object - what was wrong with an innocent 15-year-old girl spending the night with their daughter.

Susie would manage for most of the weekend to keep Anne constantly cumming in the most embarrassing ways. Riding the school bus to Anne's house, they would sit in the back and Susie would finger Anne toward the end of the ride when the bus was mostly empty. Anne would get off with a giant wet spot on the back of her skirt.

When they went to the bathroom, Susie would have Anne eat her afterwards and leave a coat of girl cum all over Anne's face. Or Susie would eat Anne to the edge of an orgasm, and they would then go back out where Anne's parents were. And Susie would do this repeatedly until Anne was ready to finger herself in front of her own parents.

Susie would have Anne go to the next room and finger herself while Susie talked to Anne's parents - just steps away from seeing Anne fingering her clit. At night all Susie let Anne wear was a T-shirt, no panties. So Anne would be walking around her parents feeling totally naked. And bending or sitting wrong would show her parents everything. And to make it worse, sometimes Susie attached bells to Anne's cunt rings so Anne had to walk and move even more carefully.

They would cuddle up under a blanket to watch TV with Anne's parents under the blanket Anne would pull up her shirt and Susie would finger her clit the entire time. Anne would quietly cum repeatedly just inches away from her parents.

At night they would sleep in a 69 licking each other until they fell asleep and again in the morning. Sometimes Susie would handcuff Anne's hands behind her back and leave vibrators on in Anne's pussy and ass all night long.

On Sunday's for church, Susie would dress Anne up in a corset and stockings. Susie then put on her red lipstick and would place kisses all over Anne's tits and cunt. Then Susie would help Anne put a dress on. Anne would almost cum knowing Susie's kisses were all over her in church.

They would go to watch a movie and Susie would finger Anne the entire time. Even if someone was seated right next to Anne, Susie would still finger her and get her off. Several times people had moved away from them in disgust realizing what they were doing - which only added to Anne's mortification.

When they went to the store Anne would have a vibrator in her pussy and the butt-plug in her ass. Sometimes Anne would wear a very short skirt. And sometimes she would wear nothing but a T-shirt. In either case, the slightest breath of wind would lift up the edge, showing everyone her ass and pussy.

Susie would have Anne walk to the railing on the top floor of the mall so that people below could look up and see her bar slit, with the vibrator stuffed up into it. Anne would hold onto the railing with her eyes closed embarrassed and ashamed at what everyone could see.

But she had to do it. One time she told Susie no and Susie then pulled her T-shirt up to her armpits with people all around them. Anne almost died. Only a couple of boys had actually seen it - no one else was sure what had gone on. But Anne's will to resist died with that. Nothing Susie made her do was as bad as having her shirt pulled up.

Occasionally in the stores, in a cornet where no one could see them, Susie would have Anne crouch down and plunge the vibrator in and out of her cunt. Anne would sink in a pool of shame, plunging the vibrator in and out of her slit, and cumming in a store with people all around them. At least once each weekend both of Anne's parents would leave for a while.

And each time, Susie repeated filling Anne's cunt with food, spreading it over Anne, and having Rover lick it off. And each time, Anne would cry in shame at what she was doing. And then, after it was over, she would shudder in Susie's arms for a half hour or more because she had cum from her dog's tongue.

And so it went. Susie kept Anne in a state of constant arousal. And Anne was constantly ashamed of the dirty whore things Susie kept doing to her. Anne was also kept barely dressed. Wearing just a T-shirt to the mall was almost as bad in Anne's mind as going naked.

When Anne's parents were gone, Anne was totally naked in her house, and usually playing with her pussy. When they were there, Susie kept Anne as naked as possible, cuddling under a blanket to watch TV with a naked Anne. Lifting her skirt when Anne was on the other side of the counter from her parents. Taking Anne's bikini bottom off when they were in the pool and Anne's mom was inside watching them.

And always, keeping Anne on the edge of her next orgasm, or making her cum. Anne would fall asleep cumming. She would wake to Susie's mouth on her clit bringing her to her first orgasm of the day. A trip to the bathroom always meant a cum or two. A trip to the mall was a constant high with Susie having her hands on Anne almost constantly.

At home Anne would have orgasm after orgasm. Every time they went up to Anne's room Susie would have Anne strip and then bring herself off. They would then rub their naked bodies together, Susie with her just blooming womanhood and small tits pressed against Anne's giant cow udders, mouths glued to each other with tongues darting down each others throats. Legs intertwined as bare pussies rubbed against each other. And hands running over each other's bodies.

This was Anne's refuge from the storm. There was nothing disgusting she had to do during these sessions. She and Susie would just make mad passionate love to each other. Anne would release all of her pent up shame and degradation into their lovemaking. And it was lovemaking.

Anne was falling deeply in love with Susie. She loved running her hands over Susie's small breasts. She loved feeling Susie's little pussy rub against her leg. And she loved kissing Susie, darting her tongue into Susie's mouth and feeling Susie's wet tongue in her mouth.

And it was mutual. Susie found herself falling in love with the little whore.

How could she not. Anne did everything Susie told her to. Having Anne eat her to several climaxes a day alone would be enough to make most girls fall for the slut. Susie loved seeing Anne's naked body. She was such a beautiful sight with those giant tits that screamed the word SLUT, that lovely bare pussy, and those rings everywhere that showed her for the whore she was. Mostly she loved Anne because Anne wallowed in every degrading act Susie demanded of her.

After 2 weekends one Sunday, Susie kept bringing Anne coke's to drink. Anne was so pleased that Susie was doing something for her that she kept drinking them as they laid out near the pool. But when she had to go pee, Susie wouldn't let Anne get up.

"Susie PLEASE, I really need to pee," Anne begged.

"Don't you dare get up," Susie whispered to Anne while smiling at Anne's mother who was watching them.

"I have to Susie or I'm going to explode," Anne pleaded.

"Let it out right there."

"WHAT?" Anne said so loud her mother looked up at her.

"I want you to pee right there."

"I can't do that," Anne insisted.

"Yes you can - if you don't want your bladder to explode."

"Oh god," Anne said as she started to release her bladder, feeling her bikini get warm and wet.

"That's it my little slut," Susie whispered to Anne. God she loved doing this to her in front of Anne's parents.

Anne shuddered in shame. Here she was pissing in her pants in front of her mom. This was so disgusting. How could she do something so disgusting. And as Anne felt the pee dribble down her legs and ass and drip to the cement she felt like a total tramp.

As she was still peeing Susie grabbed her hand and said, "C'mon, lets go for a swim," and pulled her up. So Anne followed Susie to the pool with pee dribbling out of her bikini down her lets to her feet. GOD it felt so disgusting. She was pissing on herself.

Once they were in the pool Anne felt better as the pee was washed away.

Susie leaned over to Anne and whispered, "Lets swim over by your mom. When we're next to her, out your hand in my cunt. And don't you dare pull it out for ANY reason."

"I-I can't do that," Anne said horrified.

"Should I tell your mom to check out that puddle under your lounge?" Susie asked smiling.

"O-Ok," Anne whimpered.

The two swam over and as Susie spread her legs wide under water and talked to Anne's mom, Anne placed her fingers in Susie's pussy. Once Anne's hand was in there, Susie closed her legs trapping Anne's hand. Suddenly Anne's hand felt warm. OH MY GOD, Susie was pissing all over Anne's hand.

Anne tried to pull her hand away but her mother would notice if she tried too hard so she was trapped. Anne was totally ashamed at herself - she was allowing Susie to piss on her and she wasn't doing anything to stop it.

After Susie stopped pissing, she pushed Anne's head underwater where she had pissed. Anne's mom took it as plain old fun. How was she to know that Susie was pushing her daughter's head into piss? But Anne knew and she almost threw up when she got some of the water in her mouth.

From that point forward, Anne rarely pee'ed into a toilet on the weekends. When she was in her bikini Susie always made her pee in her pants, sometimes not letting her swim until hours later after it had dried in her bikini.

In public, if there was a bush to go behind, or an alley to duck in to, then Anne had to squat and pee on the ground hoping no one would see her. And with nothing to wipe, she would have drops fall down her leg afterwards.

And every morning and night in the shower, Susie would pee into Anne's hands, and then have Anne pee into her own hands. Anne would always wash her hands immediately afterwards. But like the lipstick kisses on her breasts and cunt, she never felt her hands were clean enough.

After that, Susie had Anne play with her clit in the shower and pee when she came. While Anne hated this, it became such a habit that she did it even on weekdays when Susie wasn't there, crying in shame that her urges caused her to do something so dirty.

Susie also started experimenting in bondage with Anne. Susie was fascinated with Anne's giant tits. Having DD breasts on a petite little frame was such a sexy site. And there was almost no sag in them yet, that would come in later years but not yet.

Susie would spend hours kissing and sucking and caressing Anne's giant udders. Burying her face in them while squeezing and grabbing them too. Then one day, Susie pulled out some line and started to wrap the base of one breast. Wrapping tighter and tighter telling Anne to shut up when she protested. Susie wrapped it so tight that the rest of Anne's breast ballooned out around the rope, making it even bigger.

Susie then wrapped Anne's other tit with the rope too, making them both stick out. They looked so beautiful like this, turning a deep red and then slowly purple. Susie gently kissed and caressed them for a half hour before untying the rope.

Anne was in agony for 10 minutes after the rope was undone and the blood rushed back into her tits. Susie held her and kissed her as the agony slowly subsided. Susie then strapped on a dildo and they made love while Susie mauled Anne's sensitive tits and Anne cried from the pain as she had orgasm after orgasm.

After that, Susie would wrap Anne's tits and have her dress and walk around the house in front of her parents with her tits all bound up. And Susie would bump into Anne's breasts, or cause Anne to bump into the wall, sending pain shooting through Anne's over sensitized breasts.

Next Susie bought bracelets for Anne that could be clipped together. So while all anyone else saw as Anne wearing matching bracelets and holding her hands together behind her, actually they were clipped together and Anne had to hold her hands behind her back.

Susie loved nothing better than to take Anne to the mall with her breasts bound, her hands clipped behind her, wearing nothing but a T-shirt and high-heeled sandals. Watching Anne's constant pain and embarrassment as men around her stared at her.

Having Anne stand behind a rack of clothes where everyone could see her from the chest up as Susie would pull up the T-shirt and play with her clit, bringing Anne to orgasm in front of all the other shoppers. And Anne wanting to curl up and die but unable to do anything with her hands tied behind her back.

Susie started keeping Anne's hands clipped behind her back whenever she could, unclipping them only when her parents were around and could tell. In public, Anne came to accept that it was normal for her hands to be tied behind her back.

At home, in private, in another room from her parents, while watching TV Anne had her hands clipped behind her back. And while sunning herself in the backyard, Susie would clip Anne's hands to the top of the lounge, holding them in place.

To complete Anne's bondage in public, Susie got Anne some really thick contact lenses (Anne's vision was 20/20) and had her wear those, and 7" heels when they went out. With the contact lenses everything was a blurry shape to Anne and anything more than 10 feet away was part of an indistinguishable background.

The heels made it extremely difficult to walk and with the lenses in, impossible to see where she was stepping. With her arms behind her and her bound breasts sensitive to anything she bumped into, Anne was totally dependent on Susie.

Susie would lean over to kiss Anne someplace private and then tell Anne that 20 men had watched them french-kiss. Anne would sink in shame at what she had done. They would sit in a restaurant facing the wall where no one could see them and Susie would have Anne spread her legs for all the men supposedly watching her. And when Susie would then rub her clit getting her off, Anne would feel totally degraded for cumming like a whore in front of everyone.

Anne refused to do what Susie said just once. They were in a sporting goods store and Susie had a bat sticking up from the floor and wanted Anne to fuck it. When Anne said no, Susie walked off. Anne stood there and called for her - but Susie was gone. What could she do. She couldn't see, she couldn't use her hands, and if she fell down in her high heels, everyone would see her bare pussy and the ever present butt-plug in her ass.

Anne stood there and quietly sobbed. She couldn't ask anyone for help.

How could she tell someone that her hands were clipped behind her back. If she did they would know - know that she was someone's private little whore to use and abuse anyway they wished.

Anne took a tentative step, and the another. As hope started to spring up, she bumped into a rack, sending pain shooting through her bound breasts. As Anne stumbled from bumping in, her foot hit something else and she started to fall down.

Oh god, she thought NO. This was her worst nightmare. Everyone would find out. But as Anne fell, she fell against a body. A body that reached out and steadied her. "Are you ok?" the blurry shape in front of her asked.

"F-fine, I'm fine thank you" Anne replied.

The shape moved off and Anne froze afraid to move again. Oh god what was she going to do. Anne shivered in fear. Everyone would see. Anne suddenly realized what she looked like. Here she was dressed in just a T-shirt, with her tits wrapped in rope, and wearing 7" heels. She was an utter slut.

Oh god, she wished she could just roll up into a ball and disappear. "Hi slut" Susie whispered in her ear. "Have you changed your mind?" Anne almost collapsed in relief. Susie was back. Oh thank god. "Please don't leave me Susie, please don't ever leave me" Anne begged. "Are you my little slut?"

"Yes, yes, oh please don't leave me Susie."

"Are you going to tell me no again?"

"No, no I won't tell you no again."

"You just said no whore," Susie said and walked away again.

"Susie wait, Susie please wait," Anne cried desperately.

There was no answer. Oh god, she had left her. Anne stood there for what seemed a lifetime praying for Susie to come back. Finally she felt a touch on her arm.

"Are you going to tell me no again?" Susie asked.

"N-Y-I-I" Anne stammered unsure how to answer the question. "Want me to leave again?" Susie asked letting go of Anne's arm and stepping back smiling.

"N-N-N-P-Please Susie," begged Anne.

"Please what?"

"Please don't leave me." Anne pleaded.

"Answer me then slut - will you ever tell me no again?"

Suddenly inspiration struck, "I won't Susie, I won't ever say it again," Anne said with relief.

"Are you my whore?"

"Yes Susie, I'm your whore," Anne replied.

"Don't call me Susie anymore. Call me Mistress," Susie demanded.

"Yes Mistress," Anne said, readily agreeing to anything Susie said. Just as long as she didn't leave her.

"You never fucked that bat my little whore did you?"

"N-No," Anne whimpered.

"You said no" Susie said letting go of Anne's arm.

Anne freaked. Oh my god no. Susie was going to leave her here. Anne started to panic.

"And you forgot to say Mistress slut," Susie continued. "Whatever am I going to do with you?"

"Please, please Mistress, please don't leave me," Anne pleaded.

"That's better cunt hole," Susie said with scorn dripping from her voice. Anne reacted as though hit. "Maybe you're too stupid to avoid using the word no. Are you too stupid my little fuck face?"

Anne grasped at her last chance. "Yes, yes I'm too stupid. Please forgive me Su-Mistress. Please forgive me," Anne begged with tears running down her face.

"Ok my stupid little slut, you can say no. But don't you EVER, EVER disagree with me. You got that?" Susie demanded.

"N-No, I won't Susie," Anne said in relief.

"Mistress whore - my name is Mistress," Susie hissed.

"Mistress - I'm sorry Mistress," Anne stammered. It won't happen again. Susie reached down and pulled the vibrator out of Anne's pussy. She then positioned the bat below her.

"Ok slut, drop your hot hole down on the bat. You know you want it. You want to fuck it don't you?" Susie asked.

Anne started to drop down and felt the end of the bat pressing against her cunt hole. "Ye-Yes," she answered Susie.

"Yes what?" Susie demanded.

"Yes Mistress."

"Yes Mistress what - what is it you want to do?"

"I-I want to fuck the bat Mistress," Anne said and sobbed as she said it. Oh god, how could she say she wanted to do something so disgusting. She didn't want to do this. She didn't want to fuck the bat. How could she say that. Suddenly Anne realized that Susie was talking to her.

"Tell me how much you love it slut. Tell me that you love having a bat up your cunt. I mean, if you didn't like it there's no reason for me to stay here s there?"

"Oh please don't leave Susie. I lo-"

"Mistress you dumb cunt. Can't you even remember something that simple. Or are all your brains in that wet hole of yours?" Anne cringed. "I'm sorry Mistress - I'm sorry. Please don't leave me."

"You really are a dumb little cunt aren't you?" Susie sneered.

"Yes Mistress, I'm sorry," Anne whimpered.

Susie noticed that Anne was not fucking the bat. "Come on whore, fuck the bat. Get yourself off on it. You know you want it. You know you love having it up your pussy. Tell me how much you love it."

Anne started moving up and down on the bat. God it hurt stretching her pussy. And her legs hurt moving her body up and down. "I love it Mistress. I love feeling the bat in my pussy."

"Keep talking slut. Don't stop talking or fucking till you cum. Tell your Mistress how much you love fucking the bat. Tell me what a disgusting little slut you are."

Anne felt so degraded she wanted to die. Fucking the bat was so dirty. She was acting like a total whore. And now Mistress wanted her to say she liked it. Mistress wanted her to cum. She couldn't do that. She couldn't pretend to like it. And there was no way she could cum.

"I can leave slut. I can leave you here with a bat up your pussy and send the manager over to see what's going on. Would you like that?"

"I love it Mistress. I love fucking the bat. It's getting me so hot. I love feeling it stuffed up in my pussy," Anne babbled on in desperation. And as Anne went on and on, she felt more and more disgusted with herself. Look at her talk about how it turned her on.

And then Anne found herself getting turned on. Oh god she was enjoying it. She couldn't, oh no she couldn't. This was just too disgusting. But as the feelings built, Anne's words started reflecting how she really felt.

"Oh god, it feels so good plunging into my pussy Mistress. I love it. It's getting me hot. Oh fuck me, fuck me." And Anne went on and on. As she built up,

Susie started whispering to her, "Are you my little sex slave? Are you my little pussy eating lesbo whore?"

As Anne heard the words she shuddered. She was Susi-- no Mistresses sex slave. She was her whore. And a mini-orgasm ran through Anne as she realized this. What a dirty thought, that she was Mistress's sex slave. "Yes, yes Mistress I'm your sex slave. I'm your whore," Anne said as she approached her cum.

Susie stopped Anne's movement when the bat was fully in her pussy. "Are you my slave? Are you my pussy slave?"

Anne strained to pump herself on the bat so she could cum. Why was Mistress stopping her? She would do anything to cum right now. "Yes, I'm your slave Mistress. I'm anything you want."

Susie released Anne so she could continue pumping. "Keep telling me you're my pussy slave cunt."

"I'm your pussy slave Mistress. I love eating your pussy. I love you Mistress. Please let me cum." Anne kept repeating variations of these lines as she pumped herself toward an orgasm. Oh god, she wanted to cum so bad. Oh please don't stop me Mistress Anne thought.

Suddenly there was a voice. "What the hell is going on here?" Susie looked over. Oh shit, it was the store manager. And he could see exactly what was going on. Fuck, everything down the tubes. Once the police were involved she wouldn't see Anne again for a hundred years.

Anne freaked. Oh god, someone was watching her fuck the bat. And they heard what she was telling Susie. This couldn't be happening. Everyone would find out what a disgusting little tramp she was. Fucking a bat in the middle of the department store. Anne stood and sobbed in shame at the thought of how she must look.

Think Susie said to herself THINK. What the fuck was she going to do. She could run but they would have Anne. And Anne would talk. WAIT A MINUTE. Look at him. He was staring at the bat in Anne's pussy.

He was mesmerized. OF COURSE, what guy could resist that sight. Susie walked over to the manager. "You can call the cops. And this all stops right now. Or you can watch while she finishes. Think about it - ever think you'll get to see this again. Don't you want to watch her cum on the bat?"

He was frozen. Susie figured that he couldn't help it. He wanted to call the cops. It was the right thing to do. But he couldn't pull his eyes off of Anne.

"Fuck it," Susie said to Anne. "Fuck the bat you dirty little cunt. Fuck it or he'll call the cops!"

Anne was frozen. She couldn't do this in front of someone else. What would he think of her. He would think she was an utter slut. But she had to. She had to. Oh God and Anne shuddered at the utter shame of fucking a bat in front of a stranger. And then she started to move.

"Tell me that you're my sex slave my little whore," Susie whispered.

Anne sobbed and started to cry. Not in front of this stranger. She couldn't.

She couldn't show the world what a slutty disgusting tramp she had become.

"Tell me NOW or I leave you for him and the cops," Susie snarled.

Anne's whole body was racked with sobs. Rivers of tears were running down her face. She couldn't do this. It was too humiliating even for the slut she had become. But she had to... "I'm you slut Mistress. I'm your pussy slave. I'm your lesbo whore. I love you Mistress. I'm your sex slave. I'll do anything you want me to."

"Is my little sex slave going to cum? Cum for your Mistress you little whore."

And the vision of what she had become pushed Anne over the edge into a mind-blowing orgasm. She lost all strength and fell onto the bat jamming it all the way up into her pussy with her weight resting on it. And through the orgasm Anne kept whispering to Susie, "I love you Mistress. I'm you pussy slave Mistress."

Susie looked over to the store manager who had obviously cum in his pants. She went over to him and whispered to him. He nodded once, took a last look at Anne and hurried away.

Susie went back to Anne who was starting to panic when Susie left her. "Its ok my little slave, your Mistress is here. I'll take care of you. Its ok my little whore."

And Anne relaxed as she came down from her cum. Here she was in a store with a bat jammed up her pussy. She had just cum in front of someone else. This was so awful. Please oh please she needed to get out of here.

"Please Susie ca-" Susie put her hand over Anne's mouth (she couldn't slap her here - people would see it). "Its Mistress you slut," Susie hissed.

"I-I'm sorry Mistress. Please can we leave now," Anne begged.

"We're just about to go my little pussy slave. But I'm waiting for the manager to bring something. You can't walk out with everyone seeing that bat up your pussy. Everyone would be too disgusted to see what a tramp you really are."

Anne cringed at the thought. "Please pull it out," she asked Susie.

"You forgot to say Mistress," Susie laughed.

"Please pull it out Mistress," Anne pleaded.

"Too late - it stays in. But don't worry," Susie said as the manager came back and handed her a wrap-around skirt. "Here's a skirt to hide it." And Susie wrapped the floor length skirt around Anne. And Anne waddled the length of the mall with a bat jammed up her pussy under her skirt, her bound breasts pushing out against the too tight T-shirt bouncing for everyone to see.

When they arrived at Anne's home, Susie had Anne lay down on the bed and fuck herself with the bat. And Anne sat on her face and had Anne eat her out. And the whole time she talked to Anne. "You're my sex slave. I'm your Mistress. You do whatever I tell you to do. You don't do anything unless I tell you. Do you understand my little whore?"

And each time Susie asked Anne if she understood Anne would stop eating her for a second and say "Yes Mistress" and then go back to eating Susie's pussy. After a half hour of this, Susie had beat down most of Anne's little remaining willpower.

Susie also had Anne wear a Walkman most of the time, while at home, at school, when they went on their trips, and while sleeping. It was a recording, mostly of Anne's voice from the tapes they had made of her calling herself a whore and a slut. The sounds of people fucking Anne and of Anne raping Rachael.

And interspersed within it all were Susie's voice, over a background of the two of them fucking, telling Anne that Susie was her Mistress and that she was Mistress' sex slave. That she was to do anything and everything Mistress told her to do. That her only role in life was to be Mistress' whore and slut and slave."

Through all of this Anne lost all of her willpower and retreated into her own world where all that existed was her Mistress. Anne rarely could choose what to do with Susie keeping her as naked and bound as possible. Wearing the heels and contacts made it impossible for Anne to take even a few simple steps without Mistress.

And the tape playing in her ears everywhere, in the most normal situations, made her constantly aware that she was her Mistress' sex slave. Sitting at dinner with her parents or in class at school while listening to Rachael's screams as she raped her, or men calling her a whore as she jerked them off on the dance floor, made these things a part of her normal life.

Then her Mistress' voice, her Mistress who she loved so much, telling her that she was Mistress' pussy slave, that became Anne's new foundation. Her Mistress who was always with her, even when she wasn't physically there, that became the new foundation for Anne to re-build her mind on.

Susie also expanded how Anne fed Rover. There was a brand of large dog biscuits that Rover loved. So when Anne and Susie arrived at Anne's house, Susie would have Anne stick one of the biscuits half into her pussy. The first couple of times they did this Anne's parents weren't home.

So as soon as they stepped in the door, Susie raised Anne's dress and Rover grabbed the biscuit. Anne stood in shame, but it was over so fast that it wasn't that big a deal.

Then Susie stopped raising Anne's skirt. Rover could smell the biscuit and made a beeline for Anne's crotch. With her hands clipped behind her back, Anne couldn't stop him. Rover's head darted under Anne's skirt and grabbed the dog biscuit.

This repeated time after time with Rover learning that there was always a treat for him under Anne's skirt. And Anne had to allow her dog to stick his head under her skirt, pulling the biscuit from her pussy. Sometimes his nose would hit her clit. Or his tongue would lick her pussy. And each time Anne shuddered in shame.