My mind is reeling with the passion and desire that you express just with your eyes as I continue to use you. In my pants my cock is throbbing with th... anticipation of using you like I want to, yet I am also so hungry to pleasure you with my loving you, and yes my using and even abusing you.I love the look of fear in your face when I begin to leave your mouth and slowly prepare you to be mine so totally. I look at your heaving body and I am almost not able to continue because the anticipation. Walking to school one morning after school started, you stopped about a block from my house and offered me a ride, I eagerly accepted, not because I wanted to ride with you, but because I hated that long walk to the high school. But we did not go to school, we went out a little ways into the country, about half a mile and you shut the car off.You told me that you had been interested in me the year before but did not feel comfortable being seen with a fourteen year old, you did not feel. Again Kayexpected to be released. Again I turned on thevibrator, this time on full. Her third orgasm rippedthrough her body, as did her fourth and fifth with thevibrator. Ten years of pent-up frustration werereleased in that twenty minutes. For me, it was awonderful show. For Kay the mix of bondage, humiliationand stimulation had given her a twenty minutes ofpleasure like she had never experienced before. After the fifth Kay seemed exhausted, so I went to thebed and released the bonds and. “But Miss. Jemming. . .I won’t tell anyone.”He looked up at me with such a hopeful look on his face. Hopeful and eager. He reminded me more and more of the poor gas station attendant that wanted a blow job so badly. I rubbed my fingers together and gnawed on my lips as I thought of Brian upstairs asleep and pictured my father out front pumping gas.“Just for a second, OK?” He pleaded. He sounded just like my fantasy gas station attendant trying to talk me into it.“I can’t…” I told him and.