" No, I didn't," she said, " I didn't say that I wanted you to fuck me."I was surprised that she had used that word fuck. It further surprised me that...she was continuing this conversation with me about us fucking. I felt that she was entertaining the idea of us fucking, even though she was not fully ready to let me fuck her."You said that you would like fucking." What normal girl wouldn't?" she said."But we were talking about your brother fucking you."I wanted to keep her talking about fucking. She then came back over to me and rubbed her chest up against me and began kissing my neck. She kissed from the top of my shirt all the way up to where she grabbed my face hard, squeezing my jar in her strong hands and shoved her tongue into my mouth kissing me deeply. She probably only kissed me for a second but it felt like five minutes.What she did next amazed me. She dropped to her knees and began undoing my belt buckle. She pulled my belt completely out of my jeans and tossed it aside. She. ” I had to ask, “Then why did I have to win last night?” She didn’t bat a lash as she answered, “Because dad told me if you won last night then he’d really consider it.” None of that answer made sense and I looked at her quizzically. She sensed my confusion. “Dad is a big fan of football. And seeing how he graduated from this high school I used that to my advantage. So I bet him if you won last night then he would agree to letting me spend the night with you.” That answer made sense now. I had. I watched it slip in bump by bump and wondered what it was goingto be like to take the other end myself. When it was full inserted themaid tightened the straps to hold it in place then stepped to the side.Mistress, a wicked grin on her lips pressed a button on the belt and thewhole strap on began to pulse causing her to groan with pleasure. Irealized I would soon be feeling the same thing. She caressed anotherbutton and with a tiny whirring sound a small drop of the liquidappeared on the.