Oooooohhhh wow that feels so good, I kept going and came all over them. My penis was throbbing, and still relentlessly hard, and so sensitive but it f...lt so good mmmmmm I had to do it again. When I rubbed the wet panties against my penis, it made me even harder and erupt again! WOW !So, I was immediately addicted to jerking off with panties any chance I got. Since I did not dare enter my parents bedroom, I rummaged through the dirty laundry basket and found what I craved, mom's panties! I went. Alex wanted to see her. She was coming over within the hour. She nervously sent a confirmation.She arrived and exchanged pleasantries with Grace and her parents. Grace found time alone with her. She told her about a client who lived in a mansion just outside Paris. He was throwing a huge sex party that would go well into the night. He was looking for a girl who could ‘entertain’ his many guests. It paid lots of money plus a free holiday to France. In a calculated way Alex added that about sixty. I remembered his sofa and the chair I sat in. I remembered the strange feeling I had when he shut the door and then again when we sat down. The whole time I’m replaying the event in my head I was playing with my pussy. My fingers were toying with my clit, my nipples got hard, I felt my orgasm building up. In my head I now pictured Aaron kissing me, his hands on my body, him grabbing my tits. I could see him take out his cock and me kneel down and take it in my mouth. My fingers were now deep. ‘Edie?’ he asked as I got out of his bed. ‘Edie?’ he repeated and grabbed my wrist. ‘Don’t fucken touch me, Spencer!’ I cried. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me and I was acting like a crazy person but he touched me too intimately. It had brought back the memories of that night when I was eighteen. The night my boyfriend forced me. The night he raped me. ‘Please, Spencer, just let me go,’ I pleaded, crying as I tried to pull away so I could get my clothes to get dressed and run. ‘Edie? What’s wrong?’.