"Do you like the feel of my hands on your body?" he asked, not really caring about her answer, simply trying to ease the tension he felt in the cold cabin air. The night chill was harsh up here even in the hot summer, the desert air dropping to a chilly mid forties late at night and it was now getting late.

The child hesitated, hunching her shoulders she wrapped both arms around them and hugging herself tight, a shiver running over her body. He glanced at the drawn up legs and the pooch of her sex at the slight crease of thighs, the pussy lips barely visible in the soapy water but there, a thin line of purity, yet untainted. He licked his lips and fought the urge to go there immediately, to maul and molest this offering of the gods to the gospel of Simon, his promised reward for enduring all those years in prison without giving in to the easy road out. The easy road of suicide, an ending without fulfillment, a slipping away and giving up on his personal holy grail. Patience, he cautioned himself, the watch word is patience.

"I guess. Nobody's ever touched me down there like I said except the doctor but he didn't touch me like you're touching me."

"And how's that?"

Again a slight shiver, her eyes falling to her feet, not daring look her captor in the eye. How could she dare explain the feelings running through her body at the touch of the male hands. The watching of her mother's porno DVD came to mind when the little blonde was being mauled by those immense Black men's dicks, shoved into holes little Susan up to that moment didn't know they were ever meant for anything like that. And those hands. Big black hands stoking, pinching and yes... spanking and hitting the little blonde at all times. It was those big hands and the tingling thrill in her cunny, eh, cunt - that was what the man said to call it - that really got her going. How to explain that?

"I don't know, just different."

"Are you sexually excited?" Simon had stopped his rubbing, squatting alongside the big claw footed tub he watched the girl's small head rise slowly, the hair still damp from the water and scrubbing he'd done there, the filthy dirt running down her face further evidence her home bathing was not being properly supervised or monitored. How could one this young get so dirty so fast if she bathed normally?

"Yes, I guess I am. My cunt," a slight hesitation before using the more common vernacular for her vaginal slot, "tingles and I think that means I am sexually excited."

Simon leaned over the tub until his face was only inches from the shell like curve of the small right ear. "How do you know that?"

"Uh, one time I saw one of my mom's movies and I got all wet and tingle down there."

"What kind of a movie?"

Susan didn't answer, swinging her head away to the left she stared at a spot on the small house's wall trying to imagine a doorway opening there so she could slide from he tub naked and disappear into the desert. Anything but answer these questions and give up her innermost secrets to this vile man.

"Did you hear me?" The question a little louder and demanding. Susan jerked and spoke without looking.

"It was what I guess you call a porno movie. Surely you've seen them before, haven't you?" ......(cont)