Having lost my job I had felt a sense of being emasculated. I had pridedmyself on being the breadwinner in our relationship and that had beentaken aw...y from me. This feeling of being emasculated was enhanced bywhat Sarah had done to my trousers and was doing to my wardrobe..I felt powerless.It was like I was being fucked.I couldn't do anything about it.I had no will of my own and had become a spectator of my own life. Itwas no longer about what I was doing, but what was being done to. Bottomed against my clit, he rested there, and my body began to revel in him being inside me. My voice mewed now, as every small adjustment he made tickled my clit, and we locked eyes. Seeing him in those depths of primitive lust, my open soul now open, it wasn’t a decision, so much as a reaction. Lawrence and I were not going to have sex. We were going to make love.My hands lowered to begin to caress him, his dark skin soft in my caress, as my hands started behind his head and down the. "All okay?" asked Rachel cheerfully, when she returned. I gentlywriggled out of Helen's comforting arms."No problems," I said, as Sam got into the front passenger seat."Hi Sam, I'm Helen," introduced Helen."And I'm David," I said, finally free of Helen's arms. I peered slightlyat Sam and wondered whether Sam was a girl or a boy. After a few momentsof study, I decided I couldn't tell. Sam sure must have got a lot ofstick in an area like this.As we departed we passed a huge building sign. Lowenstein. I’ll be there before they get home from school. Bye now.’ I hung up the phone and ran up the stairs to my room to gather my stuff. ‘Mom!! I’m going to babysit the Lowensteinses. Mr. Lowenstein said he’d probably be pretty late so chances are I’ll be sleeping over again.’ ‘Alright. Call me in the morning. Later.’ I went down the elevator and exited onto Park Avenue. I quickly hailed a cab and got in, I only had a half hour or so until the girls got home from school. The Lowensteinses.