I loved looking at the expression on his face while he squirted inside me. In less than five minutes he wanted to fuck again. I remember asking, “Th...t’s fast?”He just replied, “Spread those legs!”We started the second round on the sofa, ended up on the floor and finally finished with us standing up bent over the sofa with him fucking me from behind with my hair clenched in his fist. And little did I know that we were just half way through for the evening with more hot fantastic sweaty sex to. “I have no intention of it,” I say. The orderlies escort me back to my room. I stare out the window, wondering if I’m safer here, or with D. Webster.No, Danny. I need to get used to calling him by his first name until I can figure a way out of this mess. I try not to play with the oleander charm. It’s not in my best interest to develop a tell.A nurse brings a dress for me after lunch. I haven’t worn a dress in years. Pants or shorts are much more convenient. It’s made of finely woven hemp dyed. It's not blackmail or coercion. My sister is just a slut and loves to fuck. Lucky for her, her teenage brother is also a pubescent hormone factory that is down to fuck 24/7. I also happen to have a nice 8" cock and an appreciation for sexy, athletic, blonde teens with flat stomachs and perky tits. Truth be told I was 7 and she was almost 6 when we first fooled around - but we were so young, we had no idea what we were doing. We were bathing together - as was normal for us at that age, and I. Standing barely a foot from him, I realized how tall he was, easily nine inches taller than me, and his toned, athletic build was filling the aisle between the wall and the row of washers."Do you misbehave often?" he asked, not moving. I simply shrugged again, smiling sweetly. "Are you a bad girl?" I waited a moment, then two, then slowly nodded. The next thing I knew, there were two large hands wrapped around my waist and I was being lifted, then seated on the washer I had just started. He.