I was laying around naked in my bed, feeling horny and rubbing myself under my red blanket. Aubrey came in in her PJs and asked me what I was doing. I...got sort of embarrassed, but just told her straight up. "I'm masturbating," and laughed about it.She didn't miss a beat. "Cool if I join you?"I had no idea what she really meant. I've never done it with someone else. "Ummm, sure ok." She slipped out of her PJs and sat with her back against the wall at the foot of my bed. She's a thicker girl with. I hated that so damn much. My throat became dry and I took a sip of my water. We were alone and the thought of being alone almost made me scared to be next to him. I was scared for his sake. I wanted him and I wanted HIM. He knew. He enjoyed messing with me. Little did he know, if I didn’t care about his job, I would fuck him up and down this office, no hesitation. “What are you thinking about?” He asked I always felt his questions were trick questions. My tongue was slick and I was trying my. He went on to tell me how Alison had told hima little about me and how I thought I was better than everyone else. He wenton to tell me he expected me to behave myself and to do whatever he told mewithout protest. I meekly nodded my acceptance and still found it incrediblethat at his age he could be so confident. He then sat down and picked up aclipboard and said he had some questions for me. He ran through them as ifhe had rehearsed then a thousand times. Date of birth, my home address, my work. I was gone by then, doing the weekly shopping. He always insisted on going with me and I really enjoyed going alone for a change. I even bought some of the things I liked.He got up, moving slowly. I fixed him a simple meal, hoping he could keep it down. There wasn’t a lot of conversation until the next day, I deliberately waited until I knew he had a clear head.I tried to talk to him but he got that stubborn look on his face. In this case I didn’t back down and laid it out for him. “This was.