He smiled back, bent to her, placed his arms under her armpits and effortlessly stood her up. She grinned stupidly, Rita slipping her hands up under h...r dress, she felt the knickers slithering down her legs, cool air on her damp pussy, assured her of her vulnerability, and emphasised her inability to resist whatever was happening to her. The Greek, d****d her, face down over a wheeled stool, a low padded topped affair, which she soon found herself bound to, knowing it was not right but not. She held the top of her blouse tightly in her hands. "What?"She stood there, staring, her chest spasming as she tried to control her crying. Even with the tears, she was beautiful. "Do?" I really wasn't sure what she meant. After all, we never talked about anything really serious, and our last "serious" talk was when she discovered that I had a thing about her clothes, which wasn't much of a talk."Do!" she yelled at me. "What?" Mom, I don't understand." This!" she cried. Slowly,. “Hello ma’am, I can just get some cereal or something,” I say.“No I’ll make you breakfast and please call me Rosa,” she says.After an amazing breakfast of bacon, eggs, and pancakes, I head to none other than the music room and start ROCKING! As I’m going through one of the songs, I wrote I see the door open and I immediately stop as I look at the goddess that just walked in. Maybe 5’2” Long straight strawberry red hair wrapped around a pale white face, emerald eyes that shine bright, B cups, on. I took a sharp breath, unprepared for thesensation. She looked up at me and gently closed her lips around it,sucking it gently. I barely registered that she'd shifted her handuntil I felt it on my thigh.Anxiety returned. I knew what was coming next, and I wasn't sure if Iwas ready for it. As she gently rubbed and massaged my inner thigh, Ifelt a warm wetness forming somewhere inside me, in a place that hadn'texisted yet in my mind. I wanted to find out more. I wanted to feelit. I.