I turned the voltage knob on the baton. She whimpered and retraced her steps until she stood straight once more.?What’ll it be, Michelle? Yes now, o... yes later?? I asked her.?Please, Master. I can’t. Please!? she pleaded.?Yes now, or yes later?? I repeated, tracing the outline of her quivering nipple an inch above the flesh of her breast.?Please, Master. Please. I can’t!? she begged.I thrust forward and touched the baton just above her navel. There was a surge of power as the electricity leapt. I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking I was eleven, and too young to know what love is. And maybe you’re right, except that I think an eleven year old can love her parents, and her siblings, and her dog. So why can’t she love her adopted father too?I still went to her house, and she still came to mine, and time passed, and eventually that big, fancy place they had seemed almost normal without Mrs. C in it. And that feeling I had for Mr. C. kind of sank deep into my bones.He never did. I asked her to check if the main door is closed when she went to check it we were shocked the find out that it was not locked. Our luck that no one came at that time. We laughed and locked the door and went in. I threw her on the bed and jumped over her and kissed her again for some time. I played with her tits for a while n suck them like a hungry kid… I went down to remove her pajama but she was reluctant but I was adamant and within minutes I pulled down her pants. Now she was just in her. I could smell the body wash from his shower on the small patch of hair at his base. I inhaled it deeply, then licked the top of his shaft.Matt was so big, over 7 inches, it looked so hot in my hand. He leaned back and looked at me intently.I looked up at him and took the head in my mouth, taking it as deep as I could. I gagged a little, I had only sucked a cock one other time, and it was his. I hoped I was better this time. The two of us alone was so naughty, but we were both so incredibly.