Can you do that, Chloe? Can you trust me a bit more?”Chloe’s thoughts were still jumbled up in her head but it didn’t matter. Mr. Foster had tre...ted her better than any adult ever and she would do anything to make him happy. She stopped chewing her lip and reached one shaking hand to his pulsing dick, wrapping her delicate fingers around it. She began softly stroking the hard rod as she looked up into his eyes and licked her lips. “Yes, Mr. Foster,” she whispered. “I trust you.” She leaned. Sometimes we got out her pink dildo to make things more fun. The weird thing is, her mom gave her the dildo and they apparently always talked about boys and sex. She told me the size of my penis was a common topic of conversation with her mom. Unfortunately, she never taught her how to suck a dick. Every Friday, i would go over so me and her dildo, Jake, could fuck her warm pussy. Her dad was always out and her mom didn't seem to care about the moans Sam, my girlfriend, let out of her room.. You are totally relaxed. Your sense of contentment is returning and deepening. Your mind and your body are as one, totally relaxed, totally opened. You need to let me into your mind. You need me to help you realize all that is possible. You need to experience everything I have to offer. You cannot refuse me for doing so would destroy all you have achieved here today. Blissful contentment will be replaced by excruciating pain if you don’t open yourself up to me. Do you understand?” She was in a. ..probably...but...I don't know...I don't know how."She smiled and squeezed my hand again. "Well, for starters, we have toget you out of sneaking into girl's bedrooms."I looked abash and she continued with emphasis, "By getting you your -own- bedroom filled with girl things...and the freedom and confidence toenjoy it."She stood and stretched, shaking off the heaviness of the past minutes."Speaking of bedrooms, show me yours...and your girl things. I want to seewhat you have."As we passed into.