First I thought that why am I listening to him I am 5 years older than him and stronger then I thought that even if I beat him he would still tell his...mom about my secret so I agreed to himMe: ok immi we have a deal I will be your slave Immi: whose immi call me master.Me: ok master should I serve you milkImmi: you think I am a baby huh take off your clothes.I was surprised I was not expecting this from immi but I did as I was told then he ordered me to sit on my computer chair which I did and. He said nothing but continued. He applied shaving cream to her trimmed pubes. Before long he had shaved her clean. His fingers strayed a little while he was doing it. More than once they brushed her clit. She let out quiet gasps when he did this. Finally he finished and he stood and admired his work. Steph was wet, wetter than she had been for a long time, certainly wetter than her husband made her. She looked into his eyes. No words were spoken but they both knew what was about to happen. Fitz. Without a lost beat, she lowered her gaze at my lap and almost coquettishly said, "you won't hold it against me?" A sort of plaintive voice. The meaning made clear by where her stare was fixed."Geez, Denise. Only if you really want me to," I finally said, because it almost seemed an obligatory part of the pun. I've explained, before, that we'd sometimes exchanged double-entendres and even near-flirted with one another, but because of the circumstances -- mutual nudity, a day of sexually. He rocked against her, his manhood deep inside her. She moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist, taking him completely and fully inside. Her eyes widened as she gasped and tossed her head to the side. He slammed into her before withdrawing, almost leaving her, she whimpering in protest. His fingers touched her lips as he told her to be quiet – he wasn’t going anywhere. Then he slammed into her again, more violently yet never hurting her. She grabbed for his shoulders, her breath taken away.