Breaking Jen Ch. 03

by real_first_time

story tags: annabelle, seduction, lesbian, lingerie, secret, fetish,
confused, tracy, firstorgasm

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Annabelle's secret is revealed.

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Breaking Jen Ch. 03 by	real_first_time ©

The next evening I invited Tracy over to my place to join Jen and I for
a discussion. It was the first time she would hear about 'Jen's
project' and I was curious to know what she thought of the plan.

*

Tracy always made a grand entrance and today was no exception. She had
an impressive talent for being the center of attention where-ever she
went.

She came dressed in a black pleated skirt and fishnet stockings and the
whole outfit gave out an 'evil school-girl' kind of vibe.

Over the course of an hour Tracy saw everything from the original TV
interview to the Skype video conversations and she was impressed.

"I don't fuckin believe it. That is the sickest and most beautiful idea
I've ever heard!"

"I take it that means you're in?" I asked her.

"Oh yeah I'm in. I'm gonna ride little Annabelle's face like a ten
dollar whore".

Subtlety wasn't one of her strong points.

It's fair to say that Tracy has a mean streak. If anything, perhaps
meaner than mine.

She gracefully stood up and made sure all eyes were on her before
walking to where Jen sat.

"Stand up" She said firmly.

Jen was surprised by this sudden order but she obeyed and stood up
immediately.

Both girls were about the same height, but Tracy was a little curvier
than Jen.

The contrasts between the two women were striking.

Tracy appeared dominant and aggressive, while Jen appeared quiet and
submissive.

It's true that Jen had changed a lot lately, but whenever she was
around Tracy she would always revert back to being a scared little
girl.

This was partly because Tracy intimidated her but it was also deeper
than that.

Even just the thought of being punished and humiliated always made Jen
practically wet herself.

"You've done some good work here.", Tracy told her.

"I knew you were a horny little bitch, but I had no idea."

"Thank-you", Jen replied nervously. She was right to be nervous. Tracy
almost never gave out compliments.

Without the slightest warning Tracy raised her hand and planted a harsh
slap across Jen's face.

The shock of it clearly stunned Jen and she froze.

Tracy immediately moved in and placed both hands around Jen's neck. She
held her in a firm grasp and forced her to look her directly into her
eyes.

"Do you think this makes us equals?" she snarled.

"No Tracy" Jen replied sounding half choked.

It was the wrong answer.

Tracy kept hold of Jen's neck with her left hand and used her right to
administer a second harsh slap. Jen quickly corrected herself.

"No Mistress". She rasped.

"Better",Tracy continued. "Now show me what a good little whore you
are."

She kept her left hand firmly clamped around Jen's neck but this time
used her right hand to yank down Jen's skirt, letting it pool around
her ankles.

"Spread your legs bitch!"

Jen stepped out of her skirt and obeyed.

The two inch heels she wore made it tricky to keep her balance, but she
widened her stance.

She seemed stable enough, but Tracy was about to make things a little
more interesting.

She placed the flat palm of her right hand directly over Jen's pussy
and pressed firmly. Tracy then ground her hand in tiny circles and Jen
instinctively began to push back.

Her hips gyrated softly and she started to chew her lower lip a lot
like Annabelle had done in the Skype conversation.

This little mannerism was a new one for Jen.

The connection between Jen and Annabelle clearly went both ways now.

This was a good development.

Having Annabelle inside her head would give Jen the edge when it came
time to seduce and violate sweet little Annabelle May.

Jen wore tight little black panties that were so small that they had
started to 'camel-toe'. I have to admit that I kind of enjoyed the
effect.

"Now stay standing and fuck the palm of my hand like a good little
whore"

"Mistress?" Jen said questioningly and unsure.

"Dumb little slut" Tracy replied. "Grind that little wet pussy of yours
into my hand while I choke you. Make it dirty. Don't you wanna come for
me baby?"

"Yes Mistress" Jen replied with difficulty.

"Allow me to add a little touch of my own." I said interrupting.

"Of course!" Tracy replied.

"Tell me you know what you're doing" I whispered in Tracy's ear.

"Don't I always?", was her quick reply.

I knew what Tracy was about to do and it's something that should only
be attempted by someone very experienced. It's just too risky for a
novice.

By cutting off someones air supply for short periods of time you
essentially 'choke' them. It's rumored to feel almost euphoric during
sex and is said to transform an orgasm into one long continuous wave.
It can be dangerous if the person doesn't know what they are doing.

As hot as all this was, there was also one subtle little detail that
was overlooked.

Jen's hands were free and I doubt she was even aware of that at this
point. I took a silk scarf (very handy for all situations) and tied her
wrists together behind her back.

"She's not kidding, she really is going to choke you" I told Jen softly
as I tied her hands.

"I know" she replied, starting to tremble.

This was very new territory for Jen. She had heard all about it but had
never experienced it.

She seemed to be a jumble of fear and arousal.

I stood in front of her and looked into her eyes as I slowly undid each
button of her top and let it fall open. She wore a little black
'Victoria's Secret' bra that held her tits up perfectly and hid
absolutely nothing.

"I'm scared", she whispered nervously.

"Use it". I replied.

She was right to feel scared, but this was also one of her fantasies
and Tracy knew it too.

Like many times before, Jen now found herself powerless and exposed.

During her working life she was an important woman with power and
responsibility.

Right now she was just a dirty little whore that was about to get used
like a sex toy.

Jen was so turned on by that thought that she couldn't think straight.

This went beyond sex for Jen. Her desire to be controlled was almost
hard-wired into her now.

"Tell me how much you want it, and don't leave any filthy little detail
out." Tracy ordered. She loosened her grip on Jen's neck just a little
so she was able to speak.

Jen's eyes glazed over as she began to lose herself in the moment. She
took a deep breath and then said what she felt, leaving nothing out.

"I want to feel dirty. I want to feel like your lowly little whore and
I don't care who knows."

"Go on" Tracy urged.

"I wanna fuck your hand and scream like a dirty bitch. I wanna be so
wet that my juices run down my leg. I want you to tease me and make me
taste my own slut juice. I wanna be so dirty for you".

"Show me" Tracy ordered.

Her grip on Jen's neck tightened once more and she pressed her right
palm into Jen's pussy.

Jen began to grind her hips in tight circles as she attempted to hump
Tracy's hand.

She still wore her tiny little panties which would mean she would have
to work even harder to get herself off.

Tracy would allow Jen to breathe every twenty seconds at first.

Jen had just enough time to take a few gasps and moan before Tracy
clamped back down. Jen would then resume grinding as hard as she could.

The room was soon filled with the smell of sex and arousal. The wet
smacking sounds also got louder as Jen tried frantically to get herself
off on Tracy's hand.

She started to tremble as tiny rivulets of moisture began to run down
her inner thigh.

Once more Tracy released her grip just a little and she let her take a
deep breath before shoving the soaking wet fingers of her right hand
into Jen's mouth so she could taste her own juices.

Jen moaned and gasped for breath before Tracy once again clamped down
on her neck and then pushed her right hand back onto Jen's pussy.

Things began to change after that. Things were getting desperate.

Jen bent her knees slightly and picked up the pace, clearly desperate
to come.

She was entering the 'euphoric' phase that people talk so much about
and her eyes were rolling towards the back of her head.

Tracy was letting her breathe every ten seconds now but the oxygen debt
had clearly built up and Jen was in the throes of something she
couldn't control. She continued to grind Tracy's hand and she was
shuddering uncontrollably now.

"She's real close but I don't think she can stay standing for much
longer" Tracy informed me.

"Do you think we should stop?" I asked, growing concerned.

"No" Tracy replied immediately, "Give me a hand and we'll lay her on
her back. I can keep choking her that way and get her off with my free
hand".

I don't think Jen heard any of that but she was still standing and
grinding her pussy hard. She took a deep breath every ten seconds when
she was permitted but other than that she seemed to be somewhere else.

Tracy kept choking her as we lay Jen down on her back.

She took control from there and rapidly worked Jen's pussy with her
fingers.

Jen was able to last about two minutes before she suddenly went rigid
and every muscle in her body seemed to simultaneously contract.

She's comming Tracy announced as she cut off Jen's oxygen just a little
longer.

Tracy then released her grip on Jen's neck but continued to tease her
pussy.

Jen could now breathe freely for the first time in minutes.

She inhaled sharply and moments later her rigid state gave way to
uncontrollable shaking.

She became loud, but it wasn't from moaning or screaming.

She gasped loudly as she took wild and frantic breaths.

Her body was suddenly flooded with oxygen and now every nerve ending
was lighting up like a roman candle.

"It's still happening" Tracy informed me.

"She's still coming?" I asked in disbelief.

"Yes" Tracy replied. "She's been comming continuously for over a minute
now".

Jen's body was now slick with sweat as she writhed uncontrollably.

Her nipples were clearly aroused and visible through her sweat soaked
bra and her pussy just seemed to gush with wetness.

Her orgasm was so intense that Jen had literally begun to spray her own
come.

I have no doubt that if she hadn't have been wearing panties, she would
have showered Tracy with her juices.

When the shuddering finally stopped, we left Jen where she lay.

Every ten seconds or so her body would spasm involuntarily.

A full five minutes passed before the spasms stopped all-together.

When they finally did, I untied her hands.

"Rest now baby" I whispered soothingly to her.

She smiled faintly as she rolled onto her side and curled into a fetal
position.

One hand automatically reached between her legs and began massage her
soaking pussy.

Almost by instinct she placed the fingers of the other hand in her
mouth and gently sucked on them. Her mind seemed to be some place else,
and where-ever that place was, she was clearly enjoying it .

I gave her a blanket and propped her head up with a pillow and that's
the way she stayed. One hand kept massaging her pussy while she sucked
the fingers on the other.

Every now and then she would switch hands and taste her juices, but
other than that she showed no sign of stopping.

Jen had put on an impressive display and I was left with an
overwhelming feeling of arousal that bordered on aggression.

I wasn't the only one. As Tracy and I retreated from the bedroom an
interesting thing happened.

I was following Tracy into the living room when she suddenly turned on
her heels and swung an outstretched hand at my face. I could have
easily blocked it but I let it connect.

Her eyes beamed as the blow struck and we both knew what had to happen
next.

I replied back with a harsh slap of my own.

"Fuck, Is that the best you can do?" Tracy said, clearly trying to
provoke me.

Tracy felt powerful and turned on beyond belief by what she had just
done to Jen. She was filled with arousal and aggression like I was and
something primal and violent was about to happen.

Tracy wanted to be overpowered and fucked without mercy, but she wasn't
just going to let it happen, she wanted to be taken.

She yelped as I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her across the room.

She fought hard and I was impressed with her strength, but she was not
strong enough to prevent what was about to happen (even if she had
wanted to).

I easily pushed her forward and over the back of the leather couch and
she was effectively pinned there on the spot.

She was now standing, but bent forward in a very vulnerable position
and I took full advantage.

I pulled up her pleated skirt and discovered that her fishnet stockings
stopped at her mid thighs giving easy access.

She wore plain white 'school-girl' panties with a cute little flower
pattern on them.

"Nice touch with the panties, but something tells me you're not a a
virgin" I joked as I ran my hand up her legs and over her pussy. The
crotch of her virgin panties was sopping wet with arousal.

"Fuck you!" Tracy spat back. "Don't you even think about fucking me!"

Tracy clearly didn't want it to be easy. She wanted to fight hard and
then get fucked like a whore. She wanted a rough guy to violate her
innocent little pussy. Maybe that was the reason for the cute little
outfit all along.

I pulled down her panties and kept her pinned as I quickly freed by
hard cock.

Her pussy was slick and ready and I took it all the way to the hilt in
one hard thrust.

Tracy screamed.

I stayed in deep and ground my hips against her. I could feel my balls
brushing against her clit piercing with each motion and she began to
push her hips back to meet mine.

"Oh fuuuuck! Please don't fuck me so deep, my little pussy can't take
it!"

I obliged her. I fucked her harder and deeper up against the back of
the couch and she moaned like a good little slut for me.

I wasn't surprised at what Tracy said next. I was expecting it.

"Please baby, please don't fuck me in the ass. Anything but that. I'll
be a good little girl for you!"

I wasted no time and began to smear her wet pussy juice all over her
ass-hole.

She moaned when I spat directly onto her little hole and it began to
drip with saliva.

"Oh my god you're gonna do it aren't you, you're gonna fuck my ass."

I said nothing. I pulled out of her pussy and then nuzzled her ass with
the tip of my cock.

Tracy was playing the 'sweet little virgin' act to the hilt and she was
clearly in heaven at this point.

I eased the head of my cock in slowly, teasing her little ass as I did.
She felt every inch of the slow invasion and reacted strongly.

"Oh god.....Oh god....Oh god....." She panted.

Once the head was in I braced myself, grabbed her hips, and then
punched my cock deep into her ass all the way.

She screamed at the top of her voice and kept screaming as I began to
fuck her ass with slow deep strokes.

The virgin act suddenly disappeared and Tracy got very vocal.

"Oh god. Fuck my ass baby, fuck it hard!".

I spent the next hour fucking Tracy's pussy then pulling out and
fucking her ass when she least expected it.

I kept it up till she had a very loud and very dirty orgasm.

The surprising part was that she actually came while being fucked in
the ass.

A logical person might explain this by saying that every time I fucked
her ass, the motion would make her clit rub against the couch, making
her come.

Yeah maybe, maybe not.

The fact still remains that Tracy had just experienced a loud and dirty
orgasm from being fucked in the ass.

"I didn't know you were such an 'ass whore'". I said mockingly.

She now had a new name, Tracy, the little 'ass whore'.

Tracy looked embarrassed but she was also clearly turned on by the
humiliation.

I slowly pulled my cock out of her ass and it gaped open momentarily
before closing.

"Suck my cock clean like a good little ass whore" I instructed her.

She immediately got on her knees and began to suck my swollen cock
clean.

"You like the taste of that don't you." I said.

"Oh god, I love the taste of my ass on your cock" she said, degrading
herself further but clearly loving every second.

Moments later I came loudly as I squirted come down her throat and she
took every drop.

I respect Tracy. She has the ability to dominate men and women like
no-one I've ever known, but the truth about Tracy is that she also
needs to be dominated and controlled by someone she respects. There has
to be a balance. One of the reasons she is so skilled at domination is
because she also knows the joy of submission.

Before she left I stuffed her wet little panties into her mouth and
told her to keep them there for the entire drive home. She obeyed and
left happy and fulfilled.

Tracy had long since left before Jen finally emerged.

I had left her laying on the floor in my bedroom and I was about to go
and check on her when she appeared.

She stood in the doorway of my living room and didn't say a word, just
waited for me to acknowledge her.

She had discarded most of her clothing and stood in nothing but her
bra, panties and heels. She always knew I was a sucker for that.

"I'm proud of you" I told her, and it was true. I don't think I had
ever been more proud.

She approached and sat down beside me on the couch before curling up
and laying her head on my lap. Jen looked happy and content as I
stroked her hair.

"There's something I have to confess" she whispered quietly.

"What is it?" I replied.

"I sat in the shadows and watched you through the open door. I saw it
all and I heard every word"

"Tell me exactly what you saw" I asked her.

"I saw you fight with Tracy"

"And......" I questioned.

"I saw how you slapped her and fucked her against the sofa. I saw how
that whore came when you fucked her in the ass."

"All you did was watch?"

"No" Jen confessed, "I touched myself and came so hard when you fucked
her in the ass. It was so angry, so dirty, I couldn't believe it."

"Did it shock you?"

"Yes. You fucked her so violently" she replied, "But it turned me on
even more. God I want you to treat me like that. I want you to fuck me
like you fucked her"

"Be a good girl for me and I'll do much more than that. But you must
also promise never to mention what you've seen tonight"

"I promise" she replied.

She then closed her eyes and seemed to drift off.

When I was sure she was fast asleep I carried her to bed and lay her
down. There would be no more ordeals for Jen that night.

The next few days were very productive. Tracy and I were in constant
contact and she was excited about what was about to happen.

She had a huge respect for what Jen had achieved, but if anything, she
now treated Jen more harshly than she did before.

Tracy was aware that a balance needed to be maintained between them and
that Jen had to be reminded of that.

She had no idea that Jen had witnessed the screaming orgasm she had
recieved from being fucked in the ass, and I wasn't sure if it would
change their relationship yet.

Knowing that Tracy was a total 'ass whore' may have empowered Jen a
little. I wasn't sure yet.

The Skype conversations between Jen and Annabelle continued. Each one
was recorded just like the first and Jen resumed her subtle seduction
with growing success.

Sometimes Jen would do nothing at all but talk about trivial things,
but sometimes she would also push the envelope Just to see what
Annabelle would do.

A few days ago Jen and Annabelle talked for a whole hour on Skype about
the the S.T.A.B. website.

It was the most boring conversation I had ever seen and I was wondering
what the hell was going on. When the conversation finished, Jen stood
up to switch off the cam. I thought it was all over, but I was very
wrong.

For the entire conversation Jen was seated at a table in her bed-room.

Breaking Jen Ch. 03

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The laptop cam gave a good view of her upper body as she sat, and it
all looked very harmless.

She wore a tiny little pink t-shirt with the words 'Bad Kitty' printed
across it. Her pert little breasts stood out beautifully and there was
just a hint of nipple outlined through the fabric.

'Nice touch', I thought, but it was nothing too overt either.

They both said their goodbyes and Jen immediately stood up and fumbled
for the off switch on her laptop. This lasted about five seconds, but
that was all the time she needed.

The tiny pink t-shirt she was wearing only barely reached her
belly-button and as she stood up she revealed that she had been wearing
nothing else but a sexy little white g-string.

The best part was that it was totally see-through and it revealed a
cleanly shaved pussy and also showed something else.

It revealed a nasty little clit piercing and the faint sparkle of the
diamond jewelery that adorned it.

Annabelle's reaction was beautiful. She did an almost cartoon-like
double take and then just stared until her video feed disappeared a few
moments later.

Two days later I received an urgent e-mail from Jen that contained a
small video attachment. The e-mail made interesting reading......

"You have to watch this clip. You won't believe it. You saw how she
reacted to my little pussy flash a couple of nights ago, well, this is
the last twenty seconds of our Skype conversation last night.

It was so obvious that it was almost embarrassing. I bet the little
slut was creaming herself."

I wasted no time and opened the video attachment. The two girls were
both signing off from Skype like they had done the previous night but
Annabelle seemed a little on edge.

She made an obvious attempt to sign off before Jen this time, and she
quickly stood up to switch off her cam.

Annabelle wore a small white 'Care Bears' t-shirt which I thought was a
strange choice for a twenty four year-old. I guessed that she probably
hadn't worn it since childhood and it must have been the smallest top
she owned.

'Isn't that cute, she's copying Jen' I thought to myself.

Annabelle clearly didn't have the timing that Jen had, and she stood
there fumbling with her cam for a full ten seconds before the feed cut
out.

Her little t-shirt rode up as she stood there, and we were treated to
an impressive, but obvious, crotch shot as she displayed the cute
little pink panties she had been wearing all along.

She was clearly trying hard to make it all look like an accident but
she wasn't fooling anyone.

I sent a text to Jen right away.

"Get everything prepared. It's all set for this weekend. Little
Annabelle is gonna scream like a whore for us"

Jen replied right away.

"God I can't wait to hear that dirty little bitch come for me...I'm so
fuckin turned on that I can't even tell you".

It was Monday. We had four days to set this all in motion. Plenty of
time.

Jen had been right about Annabelle all along.

She was clearly very unhappy with life, and this whole 'strength
through abstinence' cause of hers was just a way to justify her own sad
life and her negative views on sex.

That was about to change. We would drag her comming and screaming into
the twenty-first century if we had to.

I was ready. Tracy was ready, and Jen was very ready.

It was time.

The Skype conversations between Jen and Annabelle began to change a
little. Jen stopped talking about the S.T.A.B. website altogether and
instead she talked about Annabelle.

During their conversation on Wednesday night Jen began to reel
Annabelle in and it worked perfectly.

"Look Anna, I'm worried about you. I really admire what you've done but
you don't seem happy".

"I'm really okay Jen, I'm just going through a little down phase but
it's really all okay"

That was when Jen went in and closed the deal.

I can't stress enough that this had not been easy. It had taken immense
patience and many weeks of contact to get us to this point.

Despite her TV appearance all those weeks ago, Annabelle was painfully
shy and she was very slow to trust.

Jen had done an amazing job.

"Listen Anna, I have Friday and the entire weekend free. I'm taking you
shopping on Friday and I wont take no for an answer".

"Really, I'm fine" Annabelle replied, but Jen was persistent.

"No Anna, you're not, and besides that, I need some retail therapy. I'm
gonna make a huge dent in my credit-card this weekend and I need a
partner in crime".

"Well that does sound kinda fun" Anna replied.

"Well it's settled then", Jen continued, "This is gonna be the best
'girls weekend' ever. No department store will be safe!".

"Okay then Jen, that sounds great", Annabelle replied sounding a little
excited.

The beautiful trap was set and Jen was right, it was going to be the
best 'girls weekend' ever for the both of them.

We were going to give little Anna the kind of experience that most
women fantasize about but never get to do.

Friday would be a harmless day of retail therapy and pampering.
Although no sex would take place it was an important day and it would
set up Saturday night perfectly. It would open up Annabelle and leave
her open to all possibilities.

On Friday she would accompany Jen to the beauty shop where Tracy worked
and would get the full treatment.

Jen would be paying for everything so there was no way Annabelle could
refuse.

Anyone who has read 'Breaking Jen' from the start will know that Tracy
works at a beauty shop. She mostly does make-up and piercings as well
as hair removal.

The beauty shop gave us the perfect opportunity to introduce Annabelle
to Tracy for the first time.

They would be destined to meet again by a happy co-incidence on
Saturday night, and their third meeting later that night would be a
spectacular one.

Annabelle didn't know it yet, but Jen had already booked the Friday
reservation for the make-over and leg wax two days before.

Every detail had been considered.

If little Anna hadn't had sex in over three years, then she was
probably going to be a nasty, hairy mess in the crotch department.

Tracy would use the same routine she had used a thousand times before
at the beauty shop. It never failed.

As she waxed a client's legs and bikini line she would mildly chastise
them for not taking care of business 'downstairs' and before they even
knew it, they had been given a full brazilian wax.

Annabelle's pussy would be smooth and extremely edible when Saturday
night came around.

It was Thursday now and everything was in place. There was nothing more
to do now but wait and I have to admit that I was very excited.

Back when I first saw the TV interview with Annabelle I must confess
that I thought it was a long shot.

I realize now, how extremely arrogant it was of me to even think that
we could take this innocent little crusader for chastity and turn her
into a horny slut, yet here we were, and it was all going to take place
tomorrow.

I know it shouldn't have made a difference, but as I found out the
truth about Annabelle, I felt even more positive about what we were
doing. She was just a sad and frustrated little girl and we were about
to set her free. I think all three of us were starting to think the
same way.

Friday finally arrived and I felt tense and excited about the next two
days ahead. Today was the first real-world meeting between Jen and
Annabelle. This was important and nothing would be rushed.

11am arrived and I knew that somewhere across the city Jen was now
meeting Anna for the first time. Jen was going to pick her up from her
apartment and the two of them would spend the day shopping together.

At midday I received a text from Jen and it sounded like things were
going perfectly so far. It read....

"Things going great. Picked her up an hour ago. She's dressed like my
mom but the little slut has perky tits and an amazing ass. Takin her to
the stores now to go shoppin for slutty skirts and underwear."

I thanked Jen for the text and told her to update me during the day. It
felt like I was receiving battle reports from a war zone.

The next text came at 2pm. It read.....

"Oh my god. I just made Anna try on the sluttiest little black dress I
could find. Told her it was formal evening wear and she bought it right
away. For a smart girl she really has no idea. I bought her a dirty
little lingerie set from 'Victoria's Secret' to go with it and we are
off to buy heels now"

It wasn't until 5pm that I received a phone call, but this time it was
from Tracy. Jen and Annabelle had just left the beauty shop and Tracy
was full of interesting information.

"Jen and Annabelle were just here. I gave them the full treatment"
Tracy said.

"You took care of Annabelle?" I asked.

"I gave her the works hon, she is smooth and ready", she continued,
"She was shy at first, but after we waxed her legs she loosened up.
Everything was growing so wild and free between her legs that we just
had to mow the lawn down there"

"So you took it all off?" I asked.

"I did better than that" Tracy replied "I gave her cunt a tiny little
'landing strip'.

If anyone is unfamiliar with this term, It simply means that
Annabelle's pussy was now waxed and smooth except for a very thin
rectangle of trimmed hair that began at her clit and travelled upwards.

"Hell I'm impressed", I complimented her.

"She's a lucky girl, we usually only give those to 'strippers' and
'pole-dancers'." Tracy said sounding pleased with herself.

I had to respect Tracy for that little touch. It was so perfect that it
was practically evil.

"Anything else you noticed?" I asked.

"The bitch has a great little body on her. Her pussy looks tight and
extremely fuck-able now. Hell I was horny the whole fuckin time just
thinking about what I'm gonna do to her tomorrow".

As far as I knew everything had gone to plan, and It wasn't until 8pm
that Jen showed up at my place to give me a full report on what had
happened.

She wore an amazingly hot little dress and held two full shopping bags
in each hand from her day of reckless spending and retail therapy with
Annabelle.

"Everything went so perfectly!" She continued with a broad smile "I
cant wait to tell you everything!"

I invited her in and after she set her shopping bags down she made
herself comfortable on the living-room couch. Jen then began to
describe the entire day for me in every minute detail.

She had done everything we had planned and more.

As it turned out Jen had picked Annabelle up from her apartment and
they shared an immediate and close hug. Jen took her first to an
expensive clothing boutique that specialized in formal and intimate
clothing and she began to parade herself in front of Annabelle as she
tried on tiny skirts and lingerie. When she was done it was time for
Annabelle to follow Jen's example, which she did with no hesitation
whatsoever.

The sales assistants supplied them both with endless glasses of wine as
they tried on the entire store and soon Annabelle began to relax.

Jen made her try on dozens of slutty little skirts and tops and she
would adjust each outfit herself, letting her hands slide over Anna's
body as she pulled and tugged at the material.

She finally made Anna buy a tiny little black dress that stretched
tight over her body and hugged every curve. She told her that it was
great for dinner parties and evening wear.

"You've chosen a great dress" the sales assistant told her "It's very
popular with stage performers!"

That was a tense moment for Jen, but Annabelle just smiled excitedly
before buying the dress.

"Really?" She said to the shop assistant "Well, I'm definitely going to
wear it tomorrow night then!"

She clearly had a different idea of what the term 'stage performer'
meant.

In reality she had just bought a dress that was intended for strippers
and call-girls and she would wear it proudly tomorrow. It was all just
too good to be true.

Next Jen took her to Victoria's Secret and bought her the sluttiest
little lingerie and stocking set she could find. Stiletto heeled shoes
were bought next and then and they went directly to Tracy's beauty
shop.

They both had their hair done and a leg wax and I was then able to
share with Jen the details of the 'landing strip' wax that Tracy had
given Annabelle.

"Oh god that's so fucking hot. I love it" Jen squealed with excitement.

After that they both got bronzed and beautiful at a spray tan salon and
the day was officially over for Annabelle after that.

They both made arrangements for the next day and the plan was for
Annabelle to arrive by taxi at Jen's house at around 8pm on Saturday
night.

Anna was to bring all of the clothes she had bought today and they
would spend two hours preening and preparing before they went to a
local club and 'wowed the locals' as Jen put it.

Jen gave her a quick hug and a kiss on the lips as they parted and jen
shared an interesting little detail about the kiss.

"She was very tense and she hung in there just a little bit too long.
She's gonna wet herself when I give her a real kiss tomorrow night".

Jen then fetched a small wooden box out of one of the shopping bags and
handed it to me.

"This will be the finishing touch" Jen continued. "I had it made this
morning and I'm gonna surprise Annabelle with it just before we go out
tomorrow. I thought you would approve"

I was amazed when I opened the box and I knew right away what it meant.

"How did you get so good at this so fast?" I said with a smile.

"I had a great teacher" she replied sounding very content with herself.

Inside the box was a thin band of black velvet. A small silver disc
engraved with writing hung from the middle of the band and it looked
quite beautiful.

Jen had bought Annabelle a choker necklace. The velvet band was
designed to fit tightly around her neck and the effect would be a
striking one.

More often than not, necklaces like this one were a simple way of
marking someone as a 'submissive' or a 'slave'.

It can often be quite a bold, sexual statement to wear one, and
considering the way Annabelle will be dressed on Saturday night,
everyone will be in no doubt about her status.

To Anna it will simply look like a beautiful necklace, but to anyone
else who knows it's meaning, all they will see is a submissive slut.

The engraving on the silver disc simply read 'ANNABELLE'.

Jen was going to put a collar and a name tag on her little pet.

Saturday finally arrived and Tracy and I both went to Jen's apartment
at 10am to make final arrangements. We needed to discuss our plans for
that night and how the set-up was going to work.

Jen's bedroom was huge. A large queen sized bed was the central focus
of the room and I knew It would be perfect for our needs.

Her laptop sat on a desk in the corner and the cam attached to it had a
great view of the entire room.

"This is a great set-up" I told Jen.

"I know!" she replied excitedly.

The room next to Jen's was a large guest bedroom.

After I had inspected it, I placed my own laptop that I had brought
with me on a small table in the room and set it up.

Within moments I had a strong wi-fi connection with Jen's bedroom
computer and her cam began to stream audio and video to my lap-top loud
and clear.

This was important. Not only would I be recording everything, but Tracy
and I would be watching everything from this guest room. We would know
exactly when the time was right to join the fun in the room next-door.

We then gathered in Jen's living room to discuss the final details. The
next time we would see Jen after that would be later tonight when she
was with Annabelle.

"The success or failure of all this is now in your hands", I told Jen
before continuing. "Are you sure you are ready?"

"We've been setting this up for weeks," she replied "I am so ready that
I'm practically about to explode!"

"That's my girl. You've done so well and it's almost over". I said
giving her a warm hug.

Tracy then broke with tradition gave her a long, warm hug also. It was
an important gesture.

It let Jen know that for the rest of the day, the two women would be
equals. Both of them would need to work together to make it all a
success.

We then left Jen standing in her living room surrounded by shopping
bags and all of the things she would need for that night. I knew she
would be absolutely climbing the walls with anticipation for the rest
of the day and it was going to be a very long afternoon for her.

Tracy and I returned to my place and we spent the rest of the day
relaxing.

As it turned out, I wasn't able to relax very much and neither was
Tracy. There was a persistent feeling of sexual tension that just
wouldn't go away and I knew it was only going to get worse for both of
us.

8pm finally arrived and Tracy and I both began to get ready for our
evening out. We both knew that Annabelle would be arriving and Jen's
right about now and that thought just added to the tension and
anticipation for me.

The plan was simple. After a couple of hours of getting dressed up and
making themselves beautiful, Jen would be taking Anna to a certain
night spot that we all knew well.

They would drink and dance and flirt their way through the entire place
and sooner or later they would have a convenient 'chance' meeting with
Tracy and I at the club.

Annabelle already knew Tracy from her trip to the beauty salon
yesterday, but she would be meeting me for the first time. All four of
us would dance and drink and get on like a house on fire.

This was all vitally important.

Little Anna would become the focus of all our sexual energies later
that night. Meeting and befriending us at the club would make it much
easier for her to accept and process what was going to happen to her
when the time came.

When it did she would be overwhelmed with new sensations and desires
and it would be up to Jen to keep her focused and guide her through the
experience.

Being a guy has it's advantages. Naturally I didn't need as much time
to get dressed and ready, but regardless of that, I still went to great
care and expense to create the right impression.

So far I haven't shared too many details about myself. It's not because
I'm keeping it a secret.

Up until now I didn't feel that it was particularly important, but if
you have read this far and you've stuck with this, then I feel I should
finally introduce myself.

I didn't plan on sharing any details about my identity when I started
writing about Jen and Tracy so this is kind of a big deal. So here
goes.

My name is William (It's not a pseudonym, it really is my real name).

Up until now I have made a good living as a personal trainer. Training
and physical fitness is important to me and I look after every aspect
of my appearance. I'm used to disciplining people. It comes naturally
to me. It's what I do best.

I would be escorting Tracy and posing as her date tonight (which was
technically true anyway) and I spared no effort in my preparation.
Every item of clothing I wore even down to my boxers was high end,
designer-made and obscenely expensive. I picked out an expensive blue
shirt that fit snugly and accentuated my physique and when I was
finished I felt like I was ready for the cover of GQ magazine.

I thought I had done very well for myself until I saw Tracy finally
step into my living room.

She had spent over two hours preparing, but it was worth every second.

"Oh my god you look amazing" I told her and I think I just stood in awe
for a few moments.

Tracy was clearly determined to give Jen and Annabelle a run for their
money tonight and I had never seen her look so beautiful.

I was so used to seeing her dressed all in black that it took me by
total surprise when she emerged wearing the complete opposite.

She wore a tight long flowing white dress that looked like a second
skin. Every curve was accentuated. The tight dress went all the way to
her ankles but a long slit went all the way up one side to her hip.

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The dress revealed much and it suggested even more. It was tight around
the top and the plunging neckline only barely kept her voluptuous
breasts under control.

"I think it's time we met sweet little Annabelle, don't you?" Tracy
said.

"I thought you'd never ask" I replied with a smile.

Tracy and I arrived at the club at about 11pm and things were just
starting to get busy. It was dark and crowded and just a little bit
seedy. It was the kind of place where anything could happen and it
usually did.

It didn't take us long to spot Jen and Annabelle. They had been there
for over half an hour already and they were clearly having a great
time.

We recognized Jen right away but both of us stared in disbelief when we
saw Annabelle.

Both girls were moving and swaying on the dance-floor.

Annabelle hastily downed a glass of wine before putting it down and
holding hands with Jen as they danced.

She looked nothing like the mousy little girl I had seen on the Skype
conversations.

The little black dress that Jen had picked out for her was tight and
small but also slightly transparent.

You could see the contours of her body and a hint of black lingerie
through the dress and her dark brown hair was platted into a neat
pony-tail with a black ribbon.

With her hair pulled back, the choker necklace that Jen had given her
was clearly visible around her neck.

The serious glasses she usually wore were gone and she seemed to be
totally unaware that all eyes around her (both male and female), were
scanning every inch of her body.

Jen stuck close to her and both girls now drew undisguised looks of
lust from all around them.

Jen looked amazing. She wore a fiery red dress that covered her totally
from her neck to her knees. I know that probably sounds conservative to
anyone reading this, but there was one small little feature about the
dress that set it apart.

It fit Jen like a second skin. It was so tight and sheer that it clung
to every crevice like it had been painted on.

She wore no bra underneath and the impression of her nipple piercings
could clearly be seen. Even the faint line of her little string thong
could be seen outlined underneath the sheer fabric.

God forbid if Jens's nipples ever got hard. It probably would have
caused a riot.

I wasted no time and took Tracy by the hand as I led her to the dance
floor to where the girls were dancing.

Jen flung her arms around me when she saw me which drew a tiny look of
jealousy from Annabelle. "You already met Tracy yesterday at the beauty
shop" Jen said to Anna. The two girls hugged warmly and I could tell
Annabelle was impressed with Tracy's dress. All three of them were a
vision.

"This is my very close friend William." Jen said introducing me. I gave
Anna a little kiss on the cheek and she seemed to blush just a little.

I had to keep reminding myself how new and exciting this all mush have
seemed to Annabelle. She wasn't used to being given attention from
anyone and now it must have seemed like the whole place was lusting
after her.

It was also a little strange for me too. After all these weeks of
setting this up I felt like I knew her intimately.

I got that same strange little feeling I get each time I meet someone
famous for the first time. You feel like you know them very well and
yet they don't know a thing about you.

Sometimes I almost pity famous people for that reason. They are always
at a disadvantage when meeting new people.

That feeling passed soon enough as I got to know Annabelle.

The four of us became inseparable, and over the next two hours, despite
my best efforts, I took an intense liking to Annabelle. I think we all
did.

She was having the night of her life and we could all see her open up
and blossom right in front of our eyes.

We all danced with each other at some point, and I particularly enjoyed
pulling Annabelle in close for a slow dance as I literally tried to
sweep her off her feet.

We all subtly monitored her alcohol intake. We made sure that she would
be pleasantly drunk and nothing more. To have her falling down drunk
when the crucial time came would be a total disaster.

We all sensed that the time to leave the club was fast approaching.

The mood in the place was changing.

I think people were starting to get slightly hostile toward us and I
totally understood why.

All the other guys in the club could see that I was with the three
hottest women in the club (hell possibly in the whole damn state!) and
they now looked a little pissed.

They didn't stand a chance with these three girls tonight, and I think
they must have been wondering what the hell it was that I had and they
didn't.

The other girls in the club were even worse. Here were these three
women who had put all the other girls in the club to shame. Worse than
that, they were drawing virtually all the attention from the men.

I love almost everything about women, but a word of advice fellas, they
can be downright nasty and competitive sometimes. (As if all the men in
the world didn't know that already)

I took Jen aside for a private chat to make sure everything was all
set.

She was practically bursting out of her skin to get Jen back to her
apartment and consummate the deal.

"She is so fuckin ready" Jen said enthusiastically. "She tried to give
me a little kiss on the dance floor and I'm pretty sure I felt her hand
on my ass. She's horny and jumpy as hell!"

"We better go now then" I said.

"I think that would be a good idea" Jen replied excitedly.

Tracy and I exchanged warm hugs with Annabelle as we got up to leave
and I felt Jen grab my hand and squeeze it tight. We shared a knowing
smile and she looked nervous and excited.

"I really enjoyed meeting you", Annabelle said with a smile, "I hope we
meet again soon!"

"You can count on it" I said before leaning over and kissing her
lightly on the cheek.

I'm sure I broke several speed laws on the way to Jen's apartment, but
Tracy and I needed to get there well before the girls arrived.

We would watch it all happen via the laptop cam from the room next
door.

Annabelle had arranged to stay the night at Jen's apartment after their
night on the town together.

She was originally supposed to stay in the very same guest bedroom that
Tracy and I would be watching from.

In reality It was unlikely she would get to see the inside of that room
at all. She would probably be spending most of her time tied to Jen's
bed.

Tracy and I arrived and quickly went straight to the guest room. I
closed the door securely behind us and all we had to do now was wait
quietly.

I switched on my laptop. Jen's bedroom cam instantly established a
strong wi-fi connection and began to stream live footage of her bedroom
in high definition and crystal clear sound.

There was very little else to do but wait and the minutes began to feel
like hours.

The atmosphere was a charged one and Tracy and I soon began to
'make-out' like horny teenagers as we st there on the guest room bed.

Our heavy petting session was abruptly ended by the sound of Jen's
front door opening and the accompanying sound of two slightly drunk
girls giggling and talking.

"This is it" I whispered to Tracy.

"God I'm so fuckin turned on. I can't wait much longer" Tracy replied
quietly.

We heard the clip-clop sound of stiletto heels on Jen's hard-wood floor
and soon soft music began to play through the sound-system in the
living room.

I approved of Jen's music choice. A familiar Sade song was wafting
through the air in the background.

I can't tell you exactly what it is about a Sade song that makes it so
effective, people just seem to spontaneously start making out when they
hear one.

I began to hear Jen's voice get closer and we could now hear every word
perfectly. She was clearly aware that we were listening.

She chose her words carefully and even described what she was doing
just to help set the scene for us.

"Come over here baby-girl" she said playfully to Annabelle.

The sound of footsteps could be heard approaching, and they stopped in
the hallway just on the other side of the door we were listening from.

The two girls must have been less than 3 feet away from us.

"I had the best time tonight" Jen said softly.

"It was the best night of my life" Annabelle replied.

"I really want to thank you for coming out with me and making this so
special" Jen said before continuing "I've got a wonderful surprise for
you just to say thank you".

"You don't need to thank me" Annabelle replied "It's all been so
perfect".

"Hush now girl" Jen told her "It's my gift to you and it would mean so
much to me".

"Okay Jen, it sounds very exciting"

"It is!" Jen replied, "But it has to be a total surprise and I want you
to trust me"

"Of course I trust you!" Annabelle replied.

"This is gonna be so awesome Anna." Jen seemed to take a couple of
steps before returning and speaking loud and clear.

"Okay then baby, you can't see what the surprise is yet, so just be
still while I blind-fold you with this silk scarf and then ill lead you
to your surprise".

"Wow this is very exciting!" Annabelle said sounding a little nervous.

A few moments later we heard the sound of Annabelle being led next door
and into Jen's bedroom.

For the first time we were able to see and hear both girls perfectly
via the laptop cam and Jen gave us a wicked little smile as she led
Anna into the middle of the room.

Annabelle stood nervously in front of Jen. Her vision was totally
obscured by the silky black blindfold.

It was an amazing and sensuous sight.

"Okay, are you ready?" Jen said softly.

"Yes I'm ready" Anna replied quietly.

This was the big moment.

Jen placed her hands on Annabelle's hips and then leaned in close and
gave her the softest little kiss on the lips before briefly pulling
away.

Annabelle breathed in sharply and didn't move an inch.

Once Jen had given her a few more seconds to process what had just
happened she went in for a second kiss, and this time she was a little
more forceful.

She made firm contact with her lips and gave Annabelle an open and
passionate kiss. It lasted over thirty seconds and Jen gently dug her
fingernails into Anna's hips as she did.

As soon as Jen broke away Annabelle immediately began to shake and her
breathing became shallow and rapid.

"Surprise", Jen said softly with a smile, "did you like that?" she
asked.

"Yes........ I liked it" Anna admitted shyly as she continued to
tremble.

"I'm so glad to hear you say that", Jen replied before sliding her
hands around Anna's waist and pulling her close for a very deep and
passionate kiss.

Jen now opened her mouth, and the tip of her tongue gently probed at
Anna's lips.

Instinctively, Anna parted them a little and began to accept Jen's
tongue into her mouth.

A tiny little squeak like the sound of a small mouse escaped from Anna.

Jen took this as her cue to turn up the heat.

She held Anna tight and pressed tightly up against her as they stood
and kissed.

Their breasts were now firmly pressed against each other and Jen began
to gently grind against Annabelle's body, causing friction and heat
between the two.

Jen's nipples went hard instantly and I watched with satisfaction as
Annabelle's own nipples also appeared to get rock hard from the
friction.

"I want you to tell me how much you want me" Jen whispered as she
paused between kisses.

"I want you Jen" Annabelle replied breathlessly, "God I really do want
you".

"That's a good little girl" Jen said soothingly. "I have so many
wonderful surprises for you tonight, so you have to keep the blind-fold
on for now, okay?".

"That's okay, I kinda like it". Anna admitted.

The two continued to kiss and for the first time Annabelle's hands
snaked around Jen's waist and she began to explore her lower back and
her perfect little ass.

"Now ask me to touch you" Jen virtually ordered, and Anna obliged.

"Touch me Jen.....please...I want you to" she replied.

Jen continued to hold Anna tight, but now her right hand began to
explore her body as they kissed.

She raked her fingernails across the curve of Anna's breasts and then
lightly tugged at her nipples, making her buck and squeak with every
touch.

Anna now felt Jen's fingers start to inch down her body towards her now
smooth new 'landing-strip'. Her breathing began to speed up and it
became more and more frantic as the fingers inched closer and closer.

It was one of the most intense and erotic moments I have ever seen.

Jen continued to kiss her as her hand delicately pulled up the hem of
Anna's tight little skirt and exposed her little black panties for the
camera.

Jen flashed us a naughty smile as her hand swiftly moved to Annabelle's
crotch and suddenly ground out small circles through the lace panties.

"Oh god....ooohh....oh god" Annabelle hissed immediately.

She even made a frustrated little whine when Jen took her hand away.

Jen brought that same hand up to caress Anna's face and lips. She then
spoke firmly and clearly as she questioned her new little pet.

"Can you feel how wet you just made my fingers?"

"Yes....I can feel it" Anna panted.

"Now be a good little girl for me and lick my fingers clean"

Anna obliged and opened her mouth, licking her own juices off Jen's
fingers.

"Tell me how much you love the taste of your own pussy"

"I love the taste of my pussy" Anna hissed in reply.

Jen then leaned in close and gave her a deep wet kiss before whispering
to Anna.

"Oh fuck I can taste your pussy on your lips baby. You make me so
fuckin wet."

"Oh god Jen, no-one's ever treated like this before" Anna said sounding
desperate, "I'm turned on so bad that I wanna scream".

"Oh don't worry about that pretty girl" Jen teased, "I'm gonna have you
screaming all night".

Tracy and I just watched in amazement from the guest room.

"Did you tell her to say those things?" Tracy whispered

"No. This is all Jen's doing" I replied.

"Well then the girl's a fuckin natural at this" Tracy commented.

"I know. I'm very proud!" I said with complete honesty.

Jen was on a roll now. She knew that she had Annabelle hooked and it
was time for her to turn up the heat even more.

"You're such a pretty girl." Jen whispered as she began to kiss Anna's
neck and run her fingers all over her body. "I wanna run the tip of my
tongue over every inch of your skin".

"Oh god Jen" Anna replied "You don't know what this is doing to me".

"Oh yes I do" Jen answered "I want to do so much more than that, I want
to eat your sweet little pussy till you scream".

Annabelle just seemed to melt at that point.

I was honestly expecting much more of a challenge than this. I expected
much more fight from the girl who preached 'strength through
abstinence'.

I guess all those years of frustration had taken their toll. She was
about to give up and almost serve herself to Jen on a platter.

This was a very important moment and I hoped Jen would pick up on that
and be a smart girl. Annabelle was ready to explode and this was a
great development.

We could now get a little more advanced with her.

We didn't need to bother with the whole 'guaranteed orgasm in the upper
left area of the clit' method any more.

Annabelle was way too far along for that. That method was often a
little too mechanical anyway.

I'm sure you recall just how effective that method was when I used it
on Jen, but it was also important to react and adapt to the situation
at hand.

If Jen was able to give Annabelle her first ever orgasm by eating her
out, then it would be a much more memorable experience.

Sure it would have been easy to make her come just by teasing her clit
in a certain spot with an index finger, but anyone could do that.

No. The situation had changed.

I wanted to see Annabelle scream out her first orgasm while the soft
lips and tongue of another woman devoured her tight little pussy.

"I wanna see your body pretty girl." Jen whispered.

Annabelle seemed to react by instinct and she turned her back to Jen
almost offering herself.

Jen took the initiative and slowly slid the zipper of Anna's little
slut dress down her back.

She then peeled it off her body and let it fall to the floor.

She now stood there in hot little black lingerie and heels.

The addition of the blindfold and the slutty black choker necklace made
her look like the perfect little slave.

Jen kissed Anna passionately before turning her back on her and giving
instructions.

"Just reach out and get my zipper please baby".

Anna obliged and once she had felt around, she pulled down the zipper.

Jen immediately peeled off her tight red skirt.

Her beautiful full breasts were on full display for us now and her tiny
pierced nipples looked hard and excited. She now wore nothing but a hot
little red thong with thigh-high stockings and heels.

Annabelle's own attire was now similar except with the addition of the
slutty little bra that held her tits up perfectly. Her nipples also
seemed rigid and aroused.

Jen moved quickly and led her blindfolded partner to the queen sized
bed in the middle of the room.

Up until this point Annabelle didn't really know where she was. For all
she knew they had been standing in an empty room.

"I'm in your bedroom?" She inquired when she felt the soft mattress
under her hands.

Jen simply ignored the question and instead gave her firm instructions.

"God you're gonna look so hot on your hands and knees baby. Just get on
all fours like a good little girl".

"Okay" Anna replied quietly. And she was now on all fours in the middle
of the mattress.

"She's pushing her luck" I said to Tracy as we watched everything from
the next room.

It was the first time I had had any doubts about Jen's methods.

Tracy was less critical."Maybe she sees something we don't. If she is
pushing her luck then maybe there's a good reason".

Tracy had a point. Jen had gotten this far and I needed to trust her
instincts.

"Arch your back and show me your little pussy" Jen ordered

"Oh that's so dirty" Anna replied sounding excited.

"Just do it!" Jen said forcefully and she actually gave her ass a sharp
little spank through the tiny lace panties.

Annabelle immediately arched her back on all fours like a cat and
thrust her ass as high in the air as she could.

"This is going places I didn't expect" I said to Tracy as we watched.

"I know. It's much better than I could have dreamed!" she replied
smiling.

Annabelle was still on all fours but her head was now down low by the
mattress and her ass was thrust high in the air. Jen told her to spread
her knees a little and she obeyed immediately.

Jen ran her hands all over her ass and between her legs.

"Oh god that's so dirty" Anna repeated as she began to hyper ventilate.

"You've been a bad little girl haven't you" Jen said teasingly.

"Yes....I've been really bad" Anna confessed breathlessly.

Jen then raised her hand high and planted a harsh spank that resounded
through the wall. She had planted it in such a way that it connected
mostly with Annabelle's ass and pussy and she wailed and cried out.

"Oh God!.....Spank me mommy...spank your bad girl."

Jen stared at the cam with a smug smile and Tracy and I both stared at
each other in disbelief.

That was when it hit. That was the Eureka moment.

How the hell had I not seen this? More importantly, how did Jen see
something that everyone else had all missed?

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed. "She's just a fucked up little girl with a
mommy fetish! How did I miss something so obvious? She's so confused
that it's no wonder she could never enjoy sex!"

Jen was the first person who had actually identified it, and actually
scratched Anna's peculiar little itch.

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