I nodded. I wanted to speak, but no words would come out. He put the cane back in the closet as I felt the burn from my punishment. He placed my hand ...n his crotch and I felt his hardness through his pants. Without saying a word, he unzipped his pants. I kissed him tenderly on the lips before kneeling before him. I brushed his hardness against my face. A few drops of tears fell on his cock as I kissed the shaft. I gently licked his cock with the tip of my tongue. I loved holding it and rubbing. He thrusts in, sheathed to the hilt. I close my eyes, savoring the feel of him inside me. Looking down at me he searches for an answer, he finds it. Where? I don’t know, but I’m thankful he does. He waits though, waits till our breathing slows to the same steady pace, waits till our hearts beat as one. How much control does one man have? More than I. For I whimper, begging for the release, yearning, pleading. Finally, finally, I yield to him. Yield to his desire, to his passion. And he. A typical way to waste time for a girl of 18 years, a suburban area. In one day, when my puppy does not stop barking, a female voice addressed me: "Hey, even a dog that is Enchanted." I looked up and saw a beautiful woman with a skin Olive, one whose age exceeded mine by more than two or three years. Exploded in his legs tight-fitting jeans and gave her breasts almost as skimpy on the outside of the shirt. He told me it was bona neighbors of mine who had two young c***dren. When I say "small". You do have to understand that we were two young men, I was still a virgin, and he did have experience with his past two girlfriends which did always made me slightly jealous, even though I never admitted that but both of us were still curious and sex was a big part of our lives. So every sleep over that we had, we would lie in bed, turn the lights off, talk about anything, and eventually talk about sex. It was part of the routine. However, this one night went slightly different from the rest..