Each visit i could sense that she was more and more deprived of sex.she told that she was loyal and i was away hoping that she was telling me the trut.... i was not 100% loyal but i tried my best.late in her senior year she began to experiment and was having sex with a girl in her school. she was merely showing her the ropes. she was finally happy and i could see that.one weekend i decided that i would make a suprise visit and would come back to town for a little bit. when i got back i heard. ”Joan spoke, “Like you, I was kind of brainwashed. Do you think you might be hearing an old tape telling you to go to some ribald event and indulge your sexual appetite?”Joyce thought and did about fifteen seconds of self-analysis. “No, it’s not that, I’m sure. This is just ME coming out of my shell.”Joan asked, “How do you feel about yourself, the decision to go, and what you’ll do when you get there?”Joyce smiled. “I’m feeling that it’s good that I’M calling the shots. I feel empowered from. We quietly slipped out the front door and went to his car. Sitting in the front seat he leaned over and as he kissed me he put his hand into my blouse past my bra and started to maul my tits hard and rough. After groping my tits and cunt for a few minutes, he started the car and drove me to his house up at Kurrajong Heights. He made me a cup of coffee then as I was drinking it he took off my top and unzipped my skirt. He slid my panties down to my ankles and I stepped out of them. Next was my. Even flirting openly with other men failed to raise an eyebrow from Renaud. It was a curious contradiction – I had never been one to initiate relationships with men but my new found confidence gained through my tuition from Renaud had given me the ammunition I thought I needed to get his attention away from these other women.In any event, my jealousy was unwarranted – it was part of his work to interact with other patrons in his bar; to be the congenial host. Besides, he was a friendly kind of.