Who wouldn't? It was such a simple yet, terrible explanation of her avoidance of any physical, sexual contact since we'd started dating.I think I real...zed then that Eve Mascotti was special to me, very special. That I loved her and wanted to be with her, yes, for a lifetime. I knew I wanted her to be my wife and I wanted to be her husband, I knew that now and could now understand so much that had been a mystery before.That's also when I decided to let her set the pace for anything physical. She was certainly in no hurry and I simply enjoyed the feelings for my myself and I again felt happy for her. She was doing this for herself, and I figured it was the best thing for her. She had complete control of how deep my hard on was penetrating her cunt. Soon I felt the tip of my dick touch lightly against her hymen and I realized that she really was still a virgin! She slid her soaking wet pussy up and down my dick, pressing it into her hymen harder each time, until she stopped moving. The third night she was with me as we had a glass of wine I confessed: -I saw your private photos -My...my WHAT?! WHY DID YOU WENT THROUGH MY BOXES?! -Well I was curious about it... -And you didn't thought something that's labelled as private is indeed private?! gosh Willow! -Ok chill... I mean is not that big of a deal, Im guessing you did those for Gastón? -Aha...-she said looking towards at the ground a bit embarrassed and angry at the same time -Ok really is not that big of deal, look at. His wife lectures at Edinburgh University but only lives up there in the week, so he's got the house on week days and is looking for a young woman to help him out probably on Monday, Wednesday and Thursday evenings." I smiled. This sounded perfect."Can I have his number?" I asked."Of course, Beth." Mr. Newark said. "But I'm warning you he does like some pretty extreme things." My heart sank. "How extreme?" Nothing crazy." Mr. Newark reassured me. "He doesn't want golden showers or anything....".