I was still looking back into her glassy-eyed stare and I could tell that she was concentrating as her breathing got intense and ragged. I couldn't be...ieve that this little girl was staring at me while she was masturbating herself with a baby doll. She curled her toes up and clenched her teeth and I could hear her trying to whisper something to me, but I couldn't tell what it was. I would have never thought that a girl this young could cum, but there I was - watching her climax building up. She. I’m sorry. Anything for you, but please stop. Please don’t cum inside of me like this. Baby, please stop. Please, baby……pleeeeaaaaase.” I could feel her body quiver as she quietly began sobbing in pain and sorrow.Despite all the feelings I had for her, I didn’t want to stop. The tingling and excitement I felt at both the physical feeling and dominance I felt was too much to let go for her sake. I knew it would only take another moment or two and it would all be finished. And then she said what. He smiled at me and reached over and removed my towel. Then he grabbed my cock and stroked it from my swollen balls to the tip. It wasn't long before I felt like exploding and he seemed to also know because he stopped stroking me and asked if I would go with him back to his cubicle. I nervously said yes but at the same time all types of sexual things raced through my mind and I had to change those thoughts or I was going to cum before I even made it to his cubicle.Once inside his cubicle he sat. “Hi, Maggie. I am taking a brief refuge. I work all week and look forward to spending the weekend with my kids then, by Saturday evening, all I want is some adult conversation and liberation from football and iPads and computer games. Have we met?”I took a sip of the coffee Clemency had poured for me and sat with them at the table. “Well, I have to confess you’re somehow familiar.”“The library!” she exclaimed. “Grange St library.” I pleaded guilty as charged. “My daughter, Tina, absolutely.