I looked down at my hands whichlooked incredibly small. I felt Eric's hand lightly brush my lower backand then caress upwards until he began to run hi... fingers along brathrough my dress. My whole body responded to his touch and I let out alittle moan without meaning to. He moved closer. His hand went higherand began massaging the back of my neck and playing with the hair on theback of my neck. I closed my eyes and surrendered myself to his touch. Ifelt the warmth of his side press up against my. I seem to recall a minimum of direct eye-contact.In the coming days, I found my mind replaying this close-encounter and each time, I could not deny a pleasured reaction. Just the thought of a young boy seeing his mother masturbate – as so surely he had, was turning me on unbearably. Perhaps because I am very slight – barely five-three and with a less than matronly figure, while Trent seems far older than his years both in build and maturity – that it felt just that much more “forbidden.” Try as. She told ok but there is a condition and she said” how can I let you go so easily.” I asked “what condition I can do anything to keep it secret”. Again I saw a bitch smile on her face and her eyes were focusing on the bulge in my pant. she said “Rgv I am very depressed because of fighting between my parents, I also failed in the math exam so I need some relaxation as well as some excitement so I want you to have a bath with me messaging me all over my body butI should be only between us” I. It was better now that they were holding me in some kind of house. The windows might have been shuttered, but they let enough light through that it was possible to tell night from day. That made keeping time a whole lot easier.Before this house, I'd spent somewhere between six and eight months in a cave complex. The only lights were old mine lights, running off a generator. Sometimes the generator would break down, or run out of gas. I would be left in the dark, or with just a flashlight, for.