I shiver and jump as you first touch me, unlacing the ribbons of my shoes.You delight in my fear. I lock eyes with you. Fear, mixed plainly on my face...ith another emotion--so tensely fixed to pain--pleasure. You slowly unwrap the shoes, touchingevery inch of delicate skin uncovered. Your long fingernails rake into myflesh. I cry out in pain, but there is no one who can hear me in thedeepest pit of hell. I close my eyes again, trying desperately to ignore your touch. I had beenwarned this would. Her name was Jessie apparently, a local teenager with several years of babysitting experience and several recommendations from other friends who had used her services, so my wife gave her a call, and booked her to sit for the next night.That evening, around 6 O'clock, there was a knock at our door, and my wife went answered it, and opening it up, in stepped a beautiful blonde haired smiling teen."Hi Mr and Mrs Jones, i'm Jessie" she said"Hi Jessie, i'm Kate, this is Jack" replied my wife, as I. Things had been going pretty cool and he didn’t want to screw anything up. He finished his shower and slipped on a pair jeans and a T. He drifted down to the family room and flicked on the TV. There was a girl’s volleyball game on some beach and he watched as tits and ass bounced around his screen. He decided he would like to fuck the server on the blue team, and maybe, if she begged, he’d do the girl in the middle of the front line. He was deep in his fantasy when Jill appeared in the. As soon as she made eye contact I would push the button send a pulse of the strongest vibration to the little egg pressed against her clit. She would smile and then return the favor with the control for the plug in my ass. As she cooked some of my favorite things (steak, mashed potatoes, and a side of steamed carrots, I caught glimpses of her cock, bouncing underneath her maids uniform. The more I saw it, the more I became eager to have it buried deep in my ass. By now I could really care less.