At about 5 p.M she came and entered her room, then she told me: “darling, do you want something to eat? Tell me and let me prepare it.” I told no ...eed for something special. She cooked a soup. We were having dinner together, as she came to the table she touched her panties through her dresses, made the sound of it and said “good appetite, handsome guy.” I was still not sure she consented (I was just 13) and did nothing even though I was happy to think she agreed. After I finished my meal she. We were rubing our cock against each other together. He asked does it feel good.i said yes . He then asked if he could suck my dick ,i said ok , he grabbed my dick and started to suck it. He took my shorts and underware slid them down my legs to the floor, grabbed my ass. And started to suck my dick hard and fast and squeezing my ass like if there was no tomorrow. I came a little, just enough for him to taste it ,he swollowed it. When he finished he played with my cock a little bit. He asked if. .. ejaculate?” The very word was thrilling to her.“Sure did! I tried to hold off but you were just so sexy!”“Great!”“I’ve never done it before, but yeah, that’s what we all want to do -- come, ejaculate, spew sperm -- that’s what feels really good.” He looked at her and hesitated. “There’s lots of other words too, some of them kind of disrespectful.”Julie shrugged. Some disrespectful words could be kind of exciting too. But she could leave that for later. She thought of the F word and a small. ‘Oh I am very serious. Come on, hurry up, you know the routine,’ said Dave, turned on at pushing Karen’s submission to a new level. ‘Honey? Please?’ Karen pleaded. ‘Uh uh,’ said Dave resolutely. Karen bowed her head in shame, turned the dining room chair towards her and knelt on it facing the mirror. Nikita looked on in stunned disbelief, still not understanding what was to happen. Dave stepped behind her and unbuttoned her jeans and rolled it down. ‘And how do you normally get spanked, Karen?’.