The pleasure of just being alone and together was enough. When the CD reached Norah Jones we had finished our beers. I put both our bottles on the tab...e and leaned over and kissed you. We were both ready to start a long night of making love.The lack of time restraints has a wonderful effect on both of us. Our kissing is subdued and playful, with no rush to passion. My hand cups your breast over your sweater and to my delight you aren't wearing a bra. You look at me. "I took it off before dinner. ” “Do you come when you’re thinking about that?” he said. “Yes,” she said. “Usually I come two or three times. I come thinking about you fucking me hard and telling me that if I don’t come, you’re going to stop fucking me and just jerk off on my face. That you won’t let me eat it.” “Do you ever imagine that happening,” he said, running his hand through her hair. “No,” she said. “I always come. And you always finish in my mouth. You always shoot in my mouth.” “Is it a lot?” “It’s always more. ”Lisa felt weird standing there as this kid watched her, but she did as he asked and finished the cigarette. As she stubbed it out, she asked, “So then, how old are you?”“I’m sixteen. Well, almost. And you?”“I’m twenty-six.”“Do you have kids?”“Yea. One. He’s six.”“You think you’ll ever fuck him?”Lisa was not expecting that question. She was quick to respond, “God no!”This was clearly not the answer Blake was hoping for, “I mean, not now. When he gets older. My age.”Seeing the look on Blake’s. Going to the young boy’s bedroom, he forced the child to do sexual acts for his pleasure. From there on this would happen twice a week, when his mother would attend some charity conferences. His father would torture him, in ways that would not show marks on his body. Then he would use the young boy’s body for his desires.He did not speak to anyone about his tormentor. The years passed and the abusing became unendurable at times. Max started not to trust people. He saw everyone as his enemy. He.