Many things went through her mind as she sat there, her knees drawn up, and she couldn't find a single thing to be afraid of.

"Open your legs," Freddie said.

Honey lifted her head and looked at him. "I'm talking to you," he said. "Open your legs so we can see your cunt."

A blush moved warmly over her lovely face, but Honey allowed her knees to part. She placed her hands on her thighs, her titties arching and swelling with still-hard nipples pointing upwards. She felt, more than saw, all their eyes on her naked body.

"You two got yours," she heard the woman say, "but what can Julie and I do with her, Herb?"

Herb laughed, but it was not a nasty laugh. "You can do anything you want with her, Janet."

Julie, Janet, Honey thought, Herb, Freddie, Julie and Janet. Now I have names to go with them, finally.

Janet asked: "What's your name, darling?" Honey lifted her eyes and looked at the woman. She searched Janet's beautiful face, but found no anger there. What she saw was interest, and perhaps, friendliness.

"H-Honey," she replied, faltering.

"Honey?" Julie giggled. "What kind of name is that?"

"Hush, baby," Janet said to her daughter.

"She's honey, all right!" Herb laughed. "She's pure honey!"

"Honey what?" Janet asked, her voice gentle.

"H-Honey K-King," she replied, her voice quivering.

Janet looked at her far a long, tense moment. Then she said: "Well, Honey King, what shall we do with you?"

It came to Honey that if they had investigated her, then they must have known her name, yet they asked it. Herb, apparently, understood what she was thinking.

"We just wanted to see if you would be honest with us, Honey, that's all," he said. "It tells us more about you."

They knew everything, apparently, about her, yet she knew nothing about them except they were involved with incest. She didn't know their last name, what Herb did for a living, or anything else. But none of that mattered, at least for the time being.