"Nah uh." He tells me. I whimper. My eyes is filled lust."If you move from that position, I'm gonna..." he trails of as he gets off me and walks to hi... room. I didn't move. He comes back with a silk tie. I gulp. He ties my hands above my head. I try to free my hands but I know it was a pointless struggle. He kisses me again."Hmmm...Look at this bra. Vincent told me you only wear granny bras. The boring ones. The plain ones with no peek-a-boo. Looking at your bra now, it's definitely not plain.. She drained the whiskey and spread her legs again. He mounted her and pushed his cockhead into her cunt. She felt his thickness stretch her open. She whispered to him to go slowly. He let her lead and teach him. He’d tried to get laid in high school, but all the girls were cock teases. His first pussy, a once in a lifetime initiation. How lucky and grateful he felt to be made a man by a beautiful, experienced, mature woman, with her pussy in its prime. He was a fast learner. He fucked her. Clothes were never a big deal for her. Sitting in class later that day, she found herself noticing how the waistband of her jeans pressed into her hip, rather than listening to whatever passage the professor was reading out loud. Reema shifted in her seat several times, enough to cause some students beside her to look over. ‘They must wonder what the heck I’m doing,’ she thought. When Cassie treated her to a ‘meal card’ dinner later that night, Reema mentioned the anecdote. ‘It felt weird,’. When we got close to the toilet Matt had a quick look around before we walked into the small tiled Victorian building that had three urinals and three cubicles, the place was empty with a smell that was incredible, smelling of both lemon cleaning stuff and old stale urine and feeling a little cold even though it was warm outside, Matt went to the middle cubical calling me over as he opened the door to let me step in before closing and locking the door. I don’t mind saying I was nervous as hell.