’ ‘Um, okay crack baby, didn’t we discuss this all weekend, I’m not.’ ‘Well, technically you are. At least in my eyes. I’m of the opinio... that it doesn’t count. Not like doesn’t count in the sense of what you’ve been through doesn’t matter, but given the situation and circumstance of events, it didn’t count towards your first time.’ ‘And how do you figure this?’ she queried. ‘Well, because you were forced, and you didn’t want to, so it doesn’t count. But, when we sleep together, it’ll count,. I figured with her she was just teasing me. Meanwhile, I would do everything I could to try to see her naked. She got comfortable enough with me that for comforts sake she would often take off her bra when it was just the two of us. I got a lot to think about while I jacked off, looking down her shirt as we play pool in the garage, or in her swimsuit in her hot tub. Often, after hot tubbing she would go inside, take her swimsuit off, then come back out in only a robe to help me put the. " Rachel responded to his earlier compliment.“I can make you better Rachel,” he whispered into her ear.She smiled as his hands started to wander. “But I thought you said I was magnificent?” She replied to him playfully, as his hands slid to her athletically toned, yet curvy butt, and grabbing hold. “Oh, you are..,” he said.“But do you want me to make you ‘even better’, Rachel?”She leaned back in his arms, and his eyes once again captivated her as he leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Rachel. “Well, look at you.” The thick Southern Irish lilt of Miss Steven’s voice breaks the stillness of the morning air. His cock twitches as she speaks. He groans as he looks up at the cuffs from which he is suspended. “You are a pretty boy,” Miss Stevens continues as she slides her hand down over the straining tightness of his belly and circles his straining cock into her latex clad palm. “Oh fuck,” he moans as a wad of clear pre cum oozes from the tip of his shaft as the Irish Dominatrix draws.