I heard his slight intake of breath as he opened the door to our room. I could feel his gaze practically eating up my appearance, heard him undressing...himself. All the while I was pretending to read my book. I had read the same sentence like six times already and my wiggling was increasing, making my pussy even more wet. I was not going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that I was so affected by his stare. I heard him walk over to the bed. He stood there for several moments. My breathing. What you shouldn't do is walking with your head down...looking at the sidewalk... avoiding people's eyes... and also, you should avoid looking at the sky and at the clouds all the time :)) For the obvious reasons which you can imagine :)) nobody really wants you to break your neck :)) Ok? :)) About your voice... It should sound deep. If you don't have a deep voice naturally, you may exercise a little bit. But it doesn't matter that much after all... remember that the main objective is that you. She never gave him the slightest hint or encouragement. She preferred older boys, with mopeds or - even better - cars. In his teenage fantasies however, things were different. In his mind, at the end of their evening in his room she would end up on his bed, naked, on her elbows and knees, face down, waiting for him to fuck her from behind. But he wouldn't. Instead, he would pick up a smooth, white dildo, dip it in a bowl with some creamy, oily substance and without any warning push it in one. I hope you can get the energy for what I have planned for today and for tomorrow." I will be more than ready for you. Just let my get some coffee in me and a good hearty breakfast and I will be quite ready." Don't get too excited yet. The plans I have for you today will keep you at a slow simmer until I feel the time is right to get you off. But I do believe you will really enjoy what I have planned for you."He fixed breakfast and brought it to the table as she refilled their coffees. They ate.