Clara "bargains" with him

Here I was, Clara Hughes, daughter of millionaire Samuel Hughes, and this horrible Mr. Trask was exploring my body in the back of a carriage. There are a million places of magnificent beauty on this planet that a man could take a girl and charm her panties off of her, and I was wedged in a corner as he was fumbling with his cock. If I didn't do something, he would surely take my maidenhood. Still, I was shocked into inaction as his fingers slid in and out of me and his dirty mouth kissed my neck.

"Stop it this instant!" I said as he wedged himself between my legs. I slapped his broad chest, to which he chuckled in amusement. I steeled my mind against what I was about to do. "If you stop...I'll suck it till we get to the hotel." He stopped groping and exploring. For a moment, it appeared that he was conflicted, but in the end a willing mouth won out in his mind. He grinned an evil grin, and crashed back onto his side of the carriage, his member erect and in hand. I sighed, and fixed my hair before dropping to my knees.

His penis wasn't as long as Sanjay's. I must say I studied that one with much attention, holding it and bending it side to side and up and down before wrapping my lips around it, only to chicken out when I felt the veiny texture of his shaft on my tongue. I remembered back to that encounter. I wish I had Cordelia here with me now to be the center of attention. With great trepidation, I took it in my hands and started stroking it. It was so thick and hairy! The shock of the situation eventually wore off. "Okay Clara. Its just a blowjob. You've seen it done a hundred times..." I thought to myself as I opened my lips. Mr Trask was grinning at me as my mouth slid over his cockhead.

"Ahh! There it is... A millionaire's daughter suckin' on me cock! One day sweetheart you'll inherit all that money, be on the cover of magazines, and you'll remember that for all your smarts..." he waited, watching me slide my mouth further down his shaft, and back off again, before licking the tip as I'd seen Cordelia do. When I started sucking it again, he finished his coup de grace. "...you never spoke the word "No," and twas you who offered to suck the randy old chaperone's cock."

I had never felt more humiliated in my life. The nerve of that filthy heathen! But, now that I was doing it, it kind of released the pressure Cordelia has been putting on me. Now that I've done it, really done it, maybe she'll leave me alone. So, even though I felt exhausted from it all, I kept sucking. I kept sucking, and licking, and stroking; all the way to the hotel. I am sitting here in the hotel room, writing this diary entry as he is out for wine. Should I stay, and wait for him to surely finish job, or flee while I can? Could I even tell my father what happened?