"Well my Miss Johnson, please come in and be seated, and be comfortable. I will get you a nice glass of chilled white wine."I went into the sunken liv...ng room, and gracefully smoothed out my skirt as I sat, ankles crossed and knees together. I knew that I looked very pretty and feminine. I hoped that he would think that I looked like a little prissy miss. I placed my purse on my lap, enjoying the light pressure that its weight applied to the satin panties that I was wearing. This man really. .. no, nothing she could do but submit to his bestial, animalish desires, and the only way to do that was to block her mind and somehow try to endure whatever lurid obscenity he chose to inflict on her until his incredulous lust was satisfied... !For some weird reason even he couldn't fathom, Kevin held himself back, purposely tormenting himself, relishing the anticipated moment when he would thrust his aching cock up into that tightly clutching little cunt-hole between those defenseless. She finished reading the story, which was a short tale about a sixteen-year-old male who had sex with his mid-thirties aunt. She chuckled and wagged her head. "Your stories are so..." she began and then halted. "So what?" Mack asked. "They're short but they're complete," she said. "Basically, they strive for a single effect, which they achieve. This last story, for example, looking at it from a purely literary point of view, is very well written, and there's nothing in the story that's. He seemed to enjoy rubbing himself, and I’d been told what guys did, but it was still a bit fuzzy to me. I decided to wait and watch.He was on some website. He’d rub himself while a video played then move his hand to the mouse and click on another, or find pictures of naked women. He shifted in his chair, partially blocking my view, so I slid the door open a bit more. Unfortunately his room was a bit messy, and the door made a wooden “thud” as it hit something on the floor. I hoped with.