"Did he, Samantha? Did he touch you just - here?"

With that last word, Fogel's fingers reached their goal and Sammy gasped with shock as she felt the sudden touch on the soft swell of her vagina.

"Oh please noo!" she pleaded, trying to pull away.

The confused youngster was as horrified that he would discover the wet patch on her panties as she was about the invasive contact of a stranger's fingers on her most private spot. It never occurred to that it was illogical to be concerned about what Fogel thought about her.

"P-please... d-don't," she whimpered tearfully, unsuccessfully trying to will her weakened muscles to close her legs and deny him access to her.

"Did he Samantha?" persisted Fogel, ignoring her protests as he pressed his fingers gently against the warm softness between her thighs. "Did he touch you here on your pussy?"

Sammy bit her lower lip hard and nodded shamefaced. She knew that she had to stop him from touching her somehow but couldn't think of a way without making him angry again.

"Please... please stop..." she whined plaintively, knowing in advance that her words would be wasted on him.

"Did you ask your brother to stop?" said Fogel, continuing to slide his finger with slow deliberation over the distraught child's panty-covered mound.

Even in her confused condition, Sammy saw the trap immediately and she knew that there was no right answer to the artful question. If she told Mr. Smith that she had asked Mike to stop, then he would say that Mike had forced her into allowing him to touch her and he would call the police - and if she admitted that she had done nothing to discourage Mike, then the cunning man would think that she was happy to be touched and he would want to know why she objected to him doing the same thing. She made the choice that Fogel had shrewdly predicted, choosing to save her brother from the police and, as a consequence, suffer the humiliation of a stranger's fingers touching and caressing her most private and personal parts.

"I-I ... N-no," she whispered reluctantly.

"No? - No what, Samantha?"

"N-no, I d-didn't ask him to stop," she stuttered, her face red with shame and embarrassment.....(cont)