"Your mother is a very sexually conservative person. It got boring at times so it wasn't very pleasurable most of time," he said as he now tucked away...his limp cock back inside his shorts. "I don't want to be like that," she said. "I want to be open to all sorts of experiences." He smiled at me and stroked my cheek and kissed me passionately, thrusting his tongue deep inside my mouth. "This has to be a secret between us," he said. "If anyone finds out we might never see each other ever. Before I know it his lips are on mine ravenous. I begin striping him of his clothes. By the time I’ve gotten his bare chest exposed to me where I can begin my assault, he grabs my wrists firmly but gentle. “Wait Baby…not yet…turn around.” He orders. I’m frustrated I want to touch him. I’ve wanted to be touching him since he had to leave for practice, but I do as he says because I know this is his game. His sweet torture. He makes me beg for what I want, what I always want, him. Now he has me. ’ ‘Have you had lunch?’ ‘No sir.’ Instead of taking her to my office & the inevitable call to the police, I detoured and ushered her into the almost deserted coffee shop. I could see that she had regained some of her composure while we waited for service. We both ordered hamburgers and fries. She had an ice tea while I had a Coke. I picked at my hamburger. She wolfed hers down so there was very little conversation while she ate. ‘Now, tell me what’s going on here,’ I said when she had. “Such a messy pup,” she scolded when she zoomed in on my cum splattered face, “You're going to have to be cleaned up before you’re allowed in the bedroom.” She started walking again but in the wrong direction for the bathroom. She saw my hesitation and laughed. “Dirty bitches don’t get baths,” she sneered. I was half led half dragged to the back door of the apartment, out into the garden. “Carrie!” I squealed as she tugged on my lead. I couldn’t go outside! I was completely naked, soaked in.