I wondered, could my sixteen year old stepson be so naïve that he could possibly think I am not aware of his throbbing hard-on pulsing firmly against...my buttocks? I felt my heart pounding in my chest from the combination of fear and excitement as my stepson grew harder and larger with each progressive pulse of his penis. Bryan pulled away ever so briefly, and he reached down with his hand, placed it in his boxers, and he subtly adjusted himself, allowing his erection to point upward towards. I mean, she was from a small town in Louisiana. I was likely the first white boy who had shown any interest in her. And who knows what she'd been taught, about dealing with white people? Or about dealing with boys, in general?We all realized that things had changed a lot, nowadays. I watched for signs that Geneva's father might be unhappy about my hovering around his very young daughter, but as far as I could tell, he seemed unconcerned.Just how much had things changed? That wasn't always. And what did you say about we won’t have sex unless he says we can? How can you expect me, expect us, to live like that?”“I expect you to realize I need this to fulfill my life and if you love me as much as you say you do, you will find a way to get on board with it.”“To explain it better let me start when I first knew I was a submissive and needed a master to control me. It started the year before my brother went off to college. He had caught me spying on him and decided I needed to be. Thuy turned around and was introduced to Alex – some sort of colleague of Jacque, Thuy’s French wasn’t good enough to keep up with those details. Jacque and Alex were as similar to each other as Ti and Thuy – Alex sat next to Thuy and ordered a carafe of wine. The four people chatted and drank and ate food and settled into a happy foursome enjoying a dinner together. Like Jacque, Alex took every opportunity to touch Thuy, he even invented a few extra opportunities. Thuy was happy with the young.