I was so disgusted to have his hand in me and to be manipulated like a little puppet. He just held it in there as it pulsated and spurred the last drop. I picked a pair of white sandals and finished doing my hair just in time for my mom to urge me out of my room again and into the car. He realized that hearing about how I had just been exploited for someone’s pleasure was doing more damage than good so he took some notes and looked at the time. Suddenly I heard a knock at the door: “Jasmine honey, are you coming down for breakfast soon, I have to do some shopping before I drop you off to counseling…” said my mom, not opening the door. “Escaped my mouth as his hand continued to rub my pussy and he kept licking my ear telling me the whole time to keep talking. I went straight to the bathroom and jumped in the shower, washing up fast and then grooming myself a bit in the mirror
