She couldn’t understand what was happening to her. Her thoughts became disjointed and she was unable to form a coherent idea. She could almost feel ...he man’s will taking over her brain and pushing everything aside. “Yes, my dear. Give yourself to me.”Rachel could hear his voice but his lips weren’t moving. It was impossible.The man’s eyes were so magnetic, so alluring. They were speaking to her. Telling Rachel to relax, to stop resisting; everything was going to be fine. She just had to comply.. He slept in her bed but they never had sex anymore. He said that he only stayed for the sake of us kids, me in particular.I then realized that every night Mom spent a long time in the boy’s bedroom that they shared. She only kissed me goodnight on her way to bed. I bet she was just doing that because she had the boy’s cum on her lips when she kissed me goodnight. Two could play that game. When Mom went into the boy’s bedroom I went down to the living room to Dad. I knelt before him and sucked. ” I had stopped fighting completely and just lay there, trying to sort out my thoughts. Tom. Tom. Tom… his name was spinning in my head, round and round. Our meeting at a concert. Our silly jokes about Robin Hood. And then the sex with him. The spanking, and how he had surprised me when he had started to tie me down on the bed. The intensity of what I felt. I could hear myself scream with an orgasm too powerful to be contained. And then he had vanished into thin air. And I had missed him so. Would she scream? Would she call for an attendant? Would she hurry away? In time, still facing her, only two strides away, I took the shirt off, replacing it slowly with another. I mouthed "which one?", pointing to the shirt I was wearing, and then the previous one. I was conscious of my rigid erection, pointing up above the shirt, as it seemed to want to escape from the rest of my body. It was humiliating, yet terribly exciting. "Wait a minute, I'll select a few more," she whispered,.