Four people working me over, and Mr Whitaker – David – was an expert, even on my first time – second time already, strictly speaking – I could tell. Anyway there she was, the fourteen-year-old school beauty: small, blonde and helpless, ready to be ravished. Sex “Forget it!” I said, shaking my head, “I said I’m not going to and you can’t make me.”
“Well you’re not going until you do,” Lettie said. “Don’t you dare!” I felt so helpless and humiliated. Well he was drug-crazed too of course. Mr Whitaker went into the house and reappeared with some ties. It looked as though the Asian-looking girl had been interfering with Lara – who was floating on her back – between her legs, but she quickly stopped when I came in, and Lara stood up. I felt her tongue in my mouth and her lips with her little mouth all over mine and her little hands all round my neck and in my hair. John was playing with himself and watching, hard again already the little sex monster. “Grown men with children, having orgies. An amazing drug! So we finished tea and then walked slowly round Mr Whitaker’s big garden.
