Our desire evident. I scoot closer...my legs almost wrapped around you... Your cock so close to my pussy...you take it and rub it against my clit...ma...ing me tremble at your touch...you slide in just the head... I stroke my self faster...Feeling you in me... I tighten up on you...your hands touching me all over...You slide your cock a little deeper in me...My moans escape me..."I want to come on you so bad"... I say... I lie back...so you can watch me better...stroking my clit faster. She smirked and asked it I was refusing her direction. Isaid that I was not refusing but wanted some time to think about it.She smiled and said o.k. dear; let me know when you are ready.Everything seemed to be normal till I opened my lunch box at workthe next day to find nothing more than photo copies of me dressedlike a tart in full restraints. I was hungry and mad! I had made upmy mind to not accept this and tried my best to ignore it. I found across cut paper cutter in the boss's office and. " Stories?" Oh, you know. How he'd pegged me the first night, and we'd been like rabbits every since." Oh." I very carefully kept my eyes on the road."Yeah. And the stories got back to me, and I confronted Marcus. First he claimed not to have said those things. Then that it wasn't his fault. That it was my fault. But he was just upset about what they were saying. He wasn't actually pressuring me. I told him he had to tell them the truth, or it was all over. You can understand how pleased he was. ‘Oh, I’m not sure about that,’ I said breezily. ‘I don’t think I’ll ever grow—’ Bollocks, no… How could I have given voice to the first thing that came into my head? ‘So,’ I squeaked, doing an abrupt one-eighty. ‘You enjoyed your holiday, then?’ ‘Yes, thank you,’ Mum said as though she hadn’t noticed—though I knew she had. ‘Though it was very warm.’ She glanced up at my father. ‘Too warm really. I don’t think we’d go there again.’ ‘No.’ Dad shook his head in agreement. ‘Nice to say we’ve.