She tried once, to get back at me, but when the guy she picked up for that purpose, got his clothes off (he was a 20-ish guy), she started laughing at...the size of his dick, and on purpose, or subconciously mined that endevor.I know her, so, after the first massage session, she was awfully quiet, and that is just, not her. After the second session, she confessed. Her masseus, a 45 - 50 year old hairy, ugly Greek, felt her up, more then he should. Than she started talking, how he, more than an. "Oh my god," I said, easily injecting my voice with a hearty dose ofEmbarrassed Teen. "That's not funny ... Daddy."For a second, it seemed as if Matthew was going to choke to death on hisown spittle. Instead, he just blinked at me several times beforeclearing his throat. "Sorry, uh, Jackie." he mumbled.I turned to the observant woman and rolled my eyes in a "can you believethis" manner. She responded with a little smile and cut her eyes over toMatthew for a moment.We ordered. I requested a. Mostly, yes, but notalways. You will come to understand."She nodded. For the past few days, she had an idea that after what hadhappened she no longer could go back to being a simple schoolgirl. But wasthat what she had wanted in the first place?No.It was interesting, but would get boring after awhile. No, she wanted more.She wanted to tinker with her fellow human beings, she wanted to fly amongthe stars and learn all the universe could show her. The excitement curbedher sadness at the young. I was at her whim. Kate smiled at me. I grinned back. She really is the most beautiful lady and in the bedroom she comes alive with passion, her eyes sparkle with her sexiness. Kate began to run her fingers up and down my lace clad legs, when the external buzzer sounded. ‘Wait there’, said Kate with a smile, as she moved towards the door to pick up the handset to listen to the caller. ‘Okay, push the door’, I heard her say as she looked back at me. She then moved back to sit at the side of me.