“It was an instruction. I want to see you fuck yourself with that vibrator. And I want you to imagine it’s my cock, and I want you to tell me what...my imaginary cock feels like inside of you.” She proceeded to fuck herself with the vibrator, telling him what it was doing to her and how it was making her come. He sat in the chair and watched, occasionally rubbing his precum into the tip of his rock hard cock. She lay on the bed desperately wanting the real thing, but afraid to stop in case he was. And she was like yeah my boy yeah baby. Then she held my face and told me”Oh boy you’ve transformed me from a normal person to a naughty dirty and sexy person…I’m so happy..You can have fun all you want and you can fuck me all you want”.Then we started smooching hard. Ahhhh I was sucking her mouth and drinking her saliva… Sooo tasty. Then I started kissing her neck and then I removed her clothes then I continued kissing and licking .I bit her boobs on her bra and she was moaning “Ahhhh oooohh. She shook herself. She couldn’t avoid the boy – young man – forever. If she wanted to ... and she didn’t ... she’d need to move away. She could. There was nothing tying her to the town. Except ... she thought of Esme, receptionist at the Health Club. Glad, of the Barge Tearooms. That librarian, what was her name? Dulcie, at the church. People who accepted her as she was, extended the hand of friendship. Would she find the same elsewhere?She showered – again – and dressed with care. Thick tights. We checked into one of the premium five-star hotels.She was wearing blue jeans and a sleeveless black crop top. Her white heels made her look way taller than the already tall girl she was. I was in my black track pants and a grey t-shirt with white sneakers.The check-in was smooth, but my dick was throbbing. She looked way hotter than what I had gathered from the video calls and pictures. Her skin was smooth and creamy. The smell of perfume played the role of an aphrodisiac. Not that I needed.