I would blush the entire time knowing that had I not done it as you asked the next time would be equally if not more embarrassing. Often we sat late a... night with my hair splayed across your lap as we watched a movie, your voice coming across almost teasingly "Why do you worry about what people think? I love you as you are and so should you." I always brushed the question off with light humor.This was one of those nights when my disobedience earlier earned me swift and stern punishment. You had. She and Julie had gone shopping together twice to purchase the ‘right’ clothes for their foray into the world of prostitution after which there had been much giggling and secret unwrapping in our kitchen and bedroom. But not in Julie’s house; her husband Gary was still unsure about the whole thing, and she didn’t want to rub it in his face; at least not yet. My own life as a willing cuckold had been unsettled too by my recent foray into the world of ‘bulls’ – an evening in which I had orally. We'd been driving some four hours at least after finally leaving Oklahoma City."Hey negra," one of the boys said and he looked all of fourteen and he liked my long brown legs and heavy black tits just fine."What you sayin' hey to her for, dummy?" the other boy said and they looked like brothers, him being a little older. He was checking out my ass anyway."Sir." I smiled shyly and dropped my eyes as I ended my stretch, only because I liked teasing the young man that way."Come on," Mr. Davis was. " With both eyes." Got it." I did. Really I did. I concentrated on the traffic, the lights, the weather. Park maintenance schedule. Prime numbers. And I didn't look. Somehow."Okay, all set." Am I allowed to look?" Oh yeah, I guess."I turned my head, and she was grinning at me again. Her shirt, and her bra were sitting on her lap. "You're obviously not really scared I'm a rapist." Just didn't want you to tear my bra." You comfortable?" You mean physically, or socially?" Yep." I think so. You.