Finally, even as I can’t help but grind on his cock a little, I mutter, ?Yes, I said that.??Said what???I’m yours.??Then ask me.?He moves his hand...down—my clutch on his forearm has no effect—and spreads my pussy lips with his fingers. I instinctively angle my hips away but with his cock up my ass, I’m pinioned, vulnerable to this attack. I try to turn my head to look at him but can’t move at all. My scalp and neck shoot with pain at the attempt. ?What—I don’t—??Ask me to touch your cunt and. Iwondered if I was this lame when I was out with girls. After dinner we went to the beach for a walk. I took my shoes off andwalked in just my nylons on the beach. It was a nice night. The moon wasout and the air felt nice. While we were walking he grabbed my hand. Thisreally freaked me out. I didn't want to be mean and pull it away from himso I held his hand. I just pretended I was holding my girlfriends hand.That made it a little better. After our walk we went to a late movie. Itwas some. He told me he loved to read and go on long rides on his bike. He offered to take me for a ride and I accepted, but before we could do anything, mum turned up from nowhere and dragged me away. Late that evening I snuck out the house and made my way to the hotel around the corner. I knew Chase was staying there and I wanted to speak to him again. As I turned the corner, I saw him pull up on his bike; I ran towards him. When he saw me coming, he pulled off his helmet and smiled broadly at me. . . she knew, in her mind, there was a time when such behaviour would not have been acceptable, but now, it all seemed to normal.On the third day she heard her Master arrive home, from under her table. But she also heard other footsteps, two pairs.She withdrew deeper under the table, as if not wanting to be seen, but she knew as soon as he called her, she would come out in all her naked splendour, regardless of who was there.She heard him call her from downstairs, and immediately responded,.