”She then gave me a gentle kiss on the lips, and headed out.I sat in there for an hour and thought. Yes, we were both wrong. But did I want to be hu...t like that again? Could I trust her again? Could she trust me again? So after an hour I decided to follow an old routine when I am upset. Go and get a maple bar and a cup of coffee.Don’t ask me why, that is what my mom always did. And that often helps me think better so I do the same thing. Since it was only a block away I was home 30 minutes. I lay there with my face pressed into the mat. The mat was wet with my tears and my pussy was dripping wet from excitement. I hoped that he was moving behind me. I wondered how his cock would feel inside me. I had only had sex twice before. The first time was with a boy I used to walk home from school with and it was quick and completely unsatisfying. I invited him into the house and knew I was doing something wrong. It was that idea of being bad that gave it the thrill. He came in but his fear. My Stepmother was smirking the entire time and at onepoint the dance instructor Christopher approached me on stage and made memove my body in an even faggier way. I grew to hate that pink alpha,Aussie bastard.After a few weeks of this daily training, which we had to do before ournightly waitressing duties, I was still determined that I wasn't going todance for Pete. I decided to confront my Stepmother in her office andtell her I wasn't going to do it. Much to my surprise I walked in andcaught. Vanessa summarized by saying, "We told them some facts about you, but they're only just starting to absorb some of the implications. They're handling it well, and I don't believe they'll become so angry that they try to pull Ava out of the relationship."The conversation moved onto discussing the Wests' health, which I listened to carefully because I didn't understand hardly anything about what was going to happen to them.In the course of that discussion Vanessa suddenly said, "Mark, can I have.