"I want your cock..."To demonstrate, she pulled my cock in a series of quick movements, jerking me, masturbating me, keen to highlight the object of h...r focus. Her leg moved over me and I felt the lightly coarse fabric of her stocking play against my thighs, against my balls. She moved her leg up and down me, stirring the coals that glowed between us. Before we had fallen on the bed - before we became lost in each other - she had stripped down to her hold-ups and her knickers. At that moment, I. "He laughed, "That was the easy one. What you got in mind for the hardone?" I grabbed his shirt and pulled him off his chair, dropping himonto the floor. I took his hand and led it to my cunt. I let him feelmy wetness and my heat. He couldn't resist rubbing my slit andfingering me. I knew he thought he was distracting me, but what he wasreally doing was turning himself on. I could tell by his breathingthat he was getting really hot to fuck.I moved my hands to his cock. It took me less. This was clearly going to take some getting used to. Good little Pet, Mistress cooed as she patted me on the head as she might a puppy. Did she forget the pompous asss admonition to deal with this mouthy little bitch? Not exactly, but throughout a long, punishing and painful night, never once did she seem to cause pain just for the sake of pain. But, did she whip my ass? Oh yes, she certainly did. And just about every other sensitive place on my body as well, but nowhere that didnt provide some. Run Dick, run. Jane. See Jane. See Jane run. Run Jane, run. Okay. The plot really thickens when they bring Spot, the dog, into the scheme of things I learned to make things using newspaper and paste from flour and water. I could color. I could hide in the bushes and climb some trees. I just had no one to be with. I wasn’t old enough to express my thoughts. At first, I wasn’t old enough to even understand the feelings I had. Much later, school would help some. Within a few years, I could go to.