I was remembering Trevor giving me a huge sucker on the neck in his Daddy's car after the school dance; I had been wearing a silly scarf for a week to hide the humiliating bruise! Trevor had brutally branded me like a piece of cattle, but I was remembering well the sensation of the scary situation: the sudden numbing of the mind and the instant weakening of my body: I had felt like paralysed, like drugged by my own fear of being abused! My whole body had been yearning to be touched and my pussy had been overflowing - I had found out, that fear was a dangerous aphrodisiac and that a good sucker was definitely the meanest way to subdue a victim for sex . . .