Do you think I will be good at it with a man, and do you think a man will be good for me?”“Shh little one, stop panicking and stop analysing it al... so much. Whatever will be will be, if you don’t feel like you want to lose your virginity, or you don’t want to give him a blow job, then you don’t have to, if you want to sit back and watch then that’s good too. Rob and I will have some fun and you can watch, if that’s what you are feeling” With that statement ringing in her ears I saw her relax a. This was where she had tried to give herself to Mistress. This was where, in front of a large audience that she now knew had included Alice, Penny had been refused.And now she was back in this room. But this time, things were different. The room was empty, except for herself and one other person. Penny was at the back of the room, kneeling. She had been bathed, and could feel that her hair had been tended to. At the front of the room, on the stage, was Mistress, sitting in a large, throne-like. At school I was a star tennis player. I certainly knew that my coach wasn't trying to help me improve my forehand when he leant his meat into me. Now, as I look in the mirror, I only see the remnants of a shattered marriage. I was now pale and slightly worn. My breasts and ass were still firm and round. My face was attractive but I didn't have the confidence to venture out. I lay spread on my bed with my clothes off but for my panties, which rested around my ankles. My hands explore the. The thought of such a strange thing happening in so ordinary a place was thrilling. The feeling of it all being watched by my own reflection was unsettling but very arousing.But there was little time for such thoughts; in a second I could feel the heat of Will’s fit, young body against my bent over buttocks and the hair on his legs tickling the back of my thighs. In the mirror, I could see the powerful, well-defined muscles of his chest and shoulders, his rounded biceps, his strong forearms as.