Another good reason for you to do exactly what I say. Do you understand?" I lied.She took a deep and broken breath, sounding frightened. C'mon girl, a...swer me, don't make me beat you again, not now, I thought, and she answered "I understand." Her voice low and full of fear, the same submissive tone she used with her father."Good. So have you ever had any kind of sexual relationship?" I asked and she cringed. "Remember, no secrets at all. I strongly recommend you to be as honest as you can or.... "Kyle didn't say anything back. He was glad to be out from underBetsy, his hard on had been killing him. He had just gotten thestiffness in his penis to go away, though something told him thatBetsy wouldn't have minded to get some use out of it.'I'm okay with you having sex with other woman.'The words Trish had told him earlier still bounced in his head. Kylewasn't sure Betsy was exactly what Patricia had in mind though. Howold was Betsy again? Far too young, he felt. But that wasn't. Her mother disapproved of her last naked time and grounded her. But for her to make it home, her mother, being so overprotective, always picked her up. Denise was shaking with the anticipation of what her mother would say and do. As soon as her mother saw her naked, she flew into a rage and demanded to know who was responsible. Denise quietly said, “Me and Mr. Bradley.” but all her mother heard was ‘Mr. Bradley’. Her mother got out of the car and grabbed Denise’s hand and dragged her back into. The old man got really hard and I could tell he was ready to cum. I was all over his dick with my tongue, licking the tip of his head, feverishly. He told me he was ready to explode. I sucked him hrder and faster, stroking with rythm. The old man shot his load deep in my throat, down the crack of my mouth and down my chin. I could tell the old man hasn't got off in a long time.I layed back on my bed, fingering myself again. The old started to get dressed, when I told him to play with my.