She begs.

"Please," she says, "Let me go. I'm not into girls. And a virgin."

"You're not a virgin?" I ask. "What would your mother say?"

"No," she says, " I am a virgin. I'm saving myself for marriage."

"I'll make you a deal then," I reply. "I really need to get off. If you lick my pussy, I won't pop your cherry. It'll be nice and safe for your future husband." Not that she'll want a man once I'm through with her. I slip a finger under her bikini bottoms to give her a clearer idea of the alternative.