The look of shock on my face must have told him I didn’t know what to do but he took it out of my mouth and moved down so his cock was over my chest... “Now, hold it and stroke it, nice and slow to start with and just do what I say”. I did, I went slow I went fast, I held loosely and tight and had to change hands a couple of times as my arms ached. Then he started groaning and said “here it cums babe, oh fuck here it cums”. He was groaning so much I thought I was doing it wrong and stopped but he. This is MY story.This story is written by me.This story is written as I remember my life.I am a woman.This is my story.What you will find if not in this segment, in some segment of this story:Older men, young girl(s) – Beastiality - First time – Pregnancy – Exhibitionism – Voyeurism – Public Places - Group========================================================================Earliest Memories:I lay awake in my crib, silent, listening to the darkness. Something is missing. Something isn't. He reached for a copy of the school newspaper. Maybe the kids in journalism class had gathered more info. He checked the school website. No new articles had been posted since last night.Steve stopped for a moment. Think. The editor of the school paper would be the point where all that information would flow. He looked at the paper. Brandon Shay was listed as Editor. He'd seen Brandon at the game, working concessions.He flipped through the town phone book, looking up 'Shay'. There were twelve. "Some suggest using the controls, make you enjoy what is done to you, so eventually the association - between your master and pleasure - is so strong, that software isn't necessary."Another camp doesn't like 'cheating, ' as they call it. But forming a pleasure/master bond is a lot more difficult without the commands. That group typically relies on pain, and by extension, fear to get the obedience. It takes longer, but at some point, Stockholm sets in, and voila. Same product, different.