She expected him to touch her unfettered breasts through the sensuous fabric. She hadn't expected him to peel it away from her skin when the night beg...n, but there was nothing now that she wanted more.David's tears were as hot against her skin as his tongue. He worshipped her as he slowly undressed her. She pulled at his shirt and his undershirt to get them off so they could like chest to chest in the bed of the old pickup. Every kiss reminded him that tomorrow he would leave—that tonight might. He's never forgiven me for beating him. He honored the terms and adopted us both but my new status has come with a heavy price. My Father expected only the highest and best from me. Anything less was worthy of severe punishment. He rarely left visible bruises but he was not averse to slapping, punching, caning, humiliating or whatever else he could think of when we were alone or he was drunk. The only thing Father and I agreed on was my brother, Mokuba.Mokuba was the light of our collective. I think I’m reasonably good looking and am in good shape. Have been married for 14 years and have an active sex life with my wife.I’d like to narrate my earliest sexual experience – incredible as this may sound, my first introduction to sex happened when I was just 3-4 years old. My brother and I were looked after by a male servant as my parents were both in service. During the day, once they left, this servant used to bathe us. Before bathing he would apply oil all over our bodies after. He’s always been a chauvinistic little bastard who struck fear into everyone in the office, and here I was ripping strips off him. My heart starts to thump in my chest.“In fact” I continue “you’re just a jumped up little bully who isn’t worthy or cleaning my shoes. I wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire!”He actually looks scared. Fucking hell, this is great! I’m really enjoying this! I’m going to lose my job for sure but it’s totally worth it. I feel so alive! My heart starts to pound as I.