" Okay," I smiled. "But no holdin' hands in the back row, mind."He didn't smile back. "Maybe I want to hold hands in the back row."I was going to say ...hat that was pushing things too far too fast, but then I thought, 'Oh what the fuck,' and smiled over at him.It was like in for a penny in for a pound or whatever it was my old gran used to say."Okay then, Todd," I nodded. "We can hold hands in the back row if that's what does it for you." What about me sucking you off in the back row?" he. Her thrill was increasing day by day, one night she did it with her curtains drawn aside & in the dark she watched the street with the wind hitting her face directly. She massaged herself with her legs spread over the window sill as she pulled a chair & sat on it with her pussy facing the street & her nipples feeling the wind & slowly masturbated her self, silly & soon got to a blistering orgasm. The experience had created a new sense of boldness in her otherwise quite demeanor. In fact the. I watched as she took the glasses off, and then the tape. Next she looked around the room, cement floor and walls, a sleep mat with one wool blanket, a pail for her toilet; it even had a nice toilet seat top to make it easy to use. The only door was heavy wood made from 2x8s with 4 hinges and a deadbolt lock. The single light was set into the ceiling and in the middle of the room on the floor was a 2" pipe set flush with the floor.Next to the door was the cardboard box for her to put everything. ''Stand up a minute.''What?''Just do as Auntie Sheila asks, please.'I stood up.'What is wrong with Sheila,' I thought, 'she needs to go to bed. Thisnight work is getting to her.''Turn around.''What!''I said turn around, silly, do a twirl, go on, just for little me.'I shook my head, thinking that she had flipped or something but slowlyturned around until I was facing her again.'You are a skinny little runt for a boy of 18 aren't you?''PARDON.''Oh sorry Tony I know you have a thing about your.