”Please let me come, Sir.”“That’s better, my love.” I say, turning on the remote to level eight.The sensations from the vibrator, surge thro...gh her body. Her breathing becomes labored as she gasps for breath and the moans grew louder. Watching, has heightened my state of arousal. “Sir, please give me more, I’m about to come,” Morgan struggles to say between sharp gasps of breath.I crank the remote all the way to level twelve, stand there and watch as her orgasm begins to wash over her body. The. I didn't need a nanny. I wasn't a kid anymore. I'd just turned fourteen. I could take care of myself.But I still couldn't drive, so I suppose getting a ride to and from school was better than walking.Shutting the engine off, Elena sniffed the air and then looked over at me with a sigh. "You should probably take a shower," she said in her thick Mexican accent. Gawd I hated Mexicans. They all smelled funny.Speaking of smelling funny, I couldn't blame the stench in the car on Elena. Not this time,. The below incident I am writing is not less than a year old. I am fortunately the only child for my parents. Dad runs his own business in a foreign country. He visits us every 3 months, or we visit him when we find the time. Mom is a housewife from the last 5 years. She resigned her job as a beautician with one of a giant business chains. By now, you have a rough idea about my family. Let me tell you a little more about my mom. She is 44 years old. A typical Indian woman, born and brought up in. Hope that's alright?" he said.I sipped my coffee and just nodded. I was warming up, even with the wet clothes. I was also feeling funny about Brad. What is the deal? He was pretty friendly and how do I describe this correctly - normal? Augh! I shivered slightly. He was staring at me now. Please don't do that . . please don't do that. I leaned back against the counter tucking my arms in close. What was this attraction? Fuck that, I'm not `attracted' to him! Whatever!"Look, you don't have to, but.