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That struck a nerve, and Hannah got upset. A tear, or twenty, rolled down her cheeks as she insisted, she never felt his cock and never was molested. I reminded her honesty is important, and the first step to being honest with herself is being honest with me. And if she can’t be honest with me, well, then I definitely owed my own honesty to her. Playing pretend and make-believe in such an expensive session would be unfair to everyone involved. And rude. And we don’t do unfair or rude on therapist Laylene’s couch. We do honest. Even when honest means using big words like molested.
Molesting
So, I asked her to describe what happened then. He rubbed me with something wet, big, and hard. His finger, I think. I giggled inside as she described his “magic finger” pressing against her cunt, then reminded her that when an older man touches a younger girl’s cunt like that the correct term is molesting. He molested you, Hannah. Your older cousin, whom you looked up to and loved, molested you. He molested you because he could. And he molested you because it was fun. He molested you because you were nothing more than a fleshlight. To be sure, an extra tight, extra fun Fleshlight, but a Fleshlight to be molested all the same. More tears, and she wanted to know why I’d do this to her. Well, I told her, I owe you honesty and he molested you. Molested you with his hands. And Molested you with his fingers. Molested you with his cock.
His dripping, weeping, pre cum soaked cock that kept pressing against her bald slit.
He molested you with all of that. And he kept molesting and molesting and molesting you as the night went on, Hannah. A girl whose age fits on two hands with a few fingers (real fingers, not magic fingers) left over. Molested by her older cousin. And poor Hannah wants to call it a love story. He loved me, she insisted. He would never do anything to hurt me. Never. Oh, of course, he wouldn’t, I reminded her. Molesting you was never about hurting you, I told her. It was about making him feel good. By molesting your delicate, tiny, cunt with his molester’s magic finger. Or cock. Maybe it was his molester’s cock. What do you think, guys? Was it a molesting magic finger or a molesting cock that Hannah was crying inconsolably about?
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Anyway, where was I? Why didn’t you scream as your cousin molested you, I asked Hannah. He covered my mouth with his big, strong hands, she told me. In a loving way? Or a molesting way, I asked. More tears. You can tell me, Hannah. A loving way or a molesting way? He loved me, she snapped. Of course, he did, I told her. Now that he had his hand over your mouth so you couldn’t scream tell me how his cock felt inside you. Well, she said, my aunt walked into the room next. While your cousin was molesting you, I asked?
No, he took his hands off me and acted like nothing happened, she said. But Hannah, I reminded her, your cousin was molesting you. Why didn’t you say something? I didn’t want to get him in trouble, Hannah said. So, you would rather get molested than see your cousin yelled at, I asked? More tears, but I don’t know, maybe it really was love for little Hannah. Not wanting to get her cousin in trouble and all. Even though he was molesting her. What do you guys think? What’s the guy’s perspective here? Love? Or molested?
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