.. He smiled at me in the mirror, making sure I was still looking directly at him. His voice got even lower, almost gentle as he said calmly: "So this...is the very first time you get fucked by a real man, then?" My sobbing grew louder, but this time he didn't seem to mind not getting an answer.His fingers slid out of me and he grabbed me by the neck and pushed my head onto the table. With him being bend over me I could feel his cock rubbing against my genitals. With one hand he guided it again. He reached out to touch me. I leaned away from him. The ick factor was still strong."I just thought it would be really hot..."I gave him a look, and he dropped it.But he didn't.He was a sneaky bastard and usually got what he wanted. I guess that means I would let him get what he wanted, but hey, he's the bastard, not me.It was subtle at first. While in the throes of passion, he would call me his "sexy little girl".To me, I didn't equate that to being a child.To him, he would get excited when he. I got a hard on with this beautiful view of them and I was masturbating myself watching them under my blanket but pooja caught me watching them and turned back suddenly and everything there stopped.she didn't say anything to abhay but didn't turned back to and I was facing her back, I was a little disappointed. I just came down to bathroom and I saw pooja also came there she was staring at me and i just stood with my head down to the floor.I said sorry for the act I saw and then was going from. I'm going to leave you here for only a second. I just thought of something."I let go of him and watched for a moment to be sure he was steady."I'm fine!" He said giving me a sideways look. He was defiantly not enjoying this.I went back into his room and found a pair of shorts. He was still wearing pants and I knew I would be a little more comfortable in the track shorts I was now bringing back to the bathroom. "Here, I think you will be more comfortable in these. Don't you?" "Sure." he replied..