I didn’t even notice when footsteps came near until I heard Jason talking. He was talking to me and I couldn’t register most of it in my sleep sta...e. The sound of a whip cracking made me jump up alert. Jason just let out an evil chuckle at this, before telling me to relax which didn’t work very well at all. I felt his strong arms push me onto the bed and felt something clasp around my wrists, trapping them behind my back. My deprivation of one sense made me more aware of all the other ones. I. The waist of her skirt was at eye height, black and pattern ruffling and creasing before my eyes until I saw more and more thigh.“Would you like to see more?” she said smiling down at me. I looked into her eyes, blaxingly erotic and her smile daring and welcoming me. Her blonde hair was piled up on her head, a few strands falling to her shoulders. The sun behind her filtered through, making her appear as a goddess. A goddess who had invited me into something I couldn’t deny I wanted to see.I. She shivered with anticipation, her eyes still closed, as she felt his hands massaging her bared breasts, letting out a moan of pleasure as his mouth started sucking on one of her nipples as his fingers squeezed and twisted the other. Opening her eyes to see him still sucking her nipple, she asked, Like what you see? He looked up, Ive been dreaming about this moment ever since the night I happened to walk by your window just in time to see you in a filmy negligee, but I never thought it would. Then he would tell me to lay down on the floor on my back and he would put my legs up and fuck me missionary style until he shot his hot load into my young ass. I would fantasize this while masturbating in that house.Around age 16 is when I first used my hand to masturbate in the traditional way. I still preferred humping the floor because I liked to have pictures to look at in front of me while I did it. There was no internet then so I had to use catalogues and the ads in the Sunday paper. I.