He was 6 feet, and looked so much bigger then me. I'm only 4'11'' with short blonde hair, blue eyes, and a smile that just keeps you wanting to see mo...e at least that’s what he was always telling me. He looked so good with his short dark hair and dark brown eyes, and his mustache. His little gray hairs made him look so much sexier or at least to me they did; and there was something about feeling that mustache on my soft skin that just gave me the chills. I could feel it down to my toes and. Pushing herself up on all fours she looked around the room. “God what have I done.” She moaned as she rolled over. Her pussy was sore; her thighs were caked with cum. She raised herself to a sitting position and glanced around the room. She was alone. Gingerly she stood up and on wobbly legs walked to the bathroom. She stared into the mirror for a moment before a flood of tears came forth. “Oh Stan I am so sorry.” She sobbed as the night replayed in her mind. She glanced down one of. I whimper, kissing her clit, curling my tongue and scooping her thick cream from her pussy just as my sister had taught me. “No, mommy.” I tell her, surrendering to the inevitable. I abandon myself to pleasing her, abandoning myself to the illusion that I have no choice, just as I fooled myself into thinking that Iris gave me no choice. I’d been told, by my mother, to offer myself to her, and I had. At the time, I thought she’d laugh at me or worse, look at me with disgust in her eyes when she. The terrified girl obeyed and the wall closed up behind her. She found herself half way up the staircase of the next house and could see, through the front door, the flashing light of the police squad car in the street outside. There was no sound of knocking on the next door any longer and she guessed the woman must have let the two officers in. The door of the front room opened and out came Mr Andrew Vane-Clatworthy, looking as frail as ever, but smiling broadly. Today had obviously been a.