I was eighteen at that time, a full year before I started to work on Grandad. By that time, though, I had lost count of the number of guys I had blown...in school and at my workplace. They all seemed eager to form a line and let me suck them off. I swallowed every time. There was no point in wasting that gorgeous juice and while every one of them was different, I never once turned my face away in disgust.I loved spunk. I loved the feel of it in my hands and my mouth; I loved rolling it around. I went from massaging her shoulders to her back and down to her stomach. She looked at me and said “Thank you Sir. For saving my brother”.I smiled and slowly went to her thighs. She took my hands and kept it on her boobs. I massage her boobs from the outside, only her blouse was in between us. I went closer to her lips and kissed her, she did not resist and kept with the flow. We kissed and kissed as my dick got harder and harder. She pulled away and kept her hand on my dick. She said “Take it. Emma let out a resounding sigh of pleasure. Emma heard the person behind her inhale, deeply. She clenched her bottom trapping the finger in her folds. Emma screamed out loud as the full force of his other hand smacked the cheek of her buttock. It struck fast, unexpected and it fucking hurt. Emma loved the aftermath, the burning sensation on her buttocks as the heat spread outwards. The finger caressing her pussy was removed. This time a muffled grunt left her lips as Emma, expecting another. It showed me what I can do if I set my mind to it.”“That doesn’t make a lot of sense to me,” I said.“Probably not. Your entire life seems to have been built around freedom and choice. Mine around limits and control. I need to learn to live in this new world that I’ve discovered. I have to take baby steps now. Not leaps. Baby steps. And I need you to support me in that. Don’t push me too hard, please. I need to go at my own pace.”“I’ll support you in any way you need,” I said. “I’ll do whatever.