"Sweet innocent little Doris. Slut, Doris! Comes to us in nothing but her undies under her coat and then says what are you going to do." She stood up,...leaving Jennifer to keep Doris pinned down. She gazed down at the helpless slender body on the edge of the bed, stocking clad legs pressed tight together. She placed her feet on either side of Doris's, and put her hands on Doris's knees. Her fingers traced a path upwards along the nylons until she reached bare skin at the stocking tops. "Mmmmm,". Just the steady gait of his deep pounding of the girl. He was nearing his end. The girl could sense it as she began to drive him to that end."Tommy, I need it now, darling. I need you to let go of it. Sweetheart! I need you, Tommy. Please, honey, let it go. It's alright." Girl, please." In protest."I know, baby, but, it's okay, it really is. I want you to give me what is yours so I can share it with you. I want it, Tommy. I need it. It's been forever. It's okay, boy wants you to." Girl." It was. It flattered her of course that older men were already interested in her.Although she loved to flirt, she wasn't promiscuous at all. Flirting was okay and looking was okay, but there was no touching. She liked to keep her body pure and there was no boy (or man) that she allowed to touch her. Needless to say, she was still a virgin.The flirting would lead her into a situation that she hadn't expected or wanted, though.She lived with her father in Mexico, but her mother - who came from California. Mind you, I'm not at all sure that this is a challenge I wish to rise to." Pull the other one sweetie, if it's got a pussy and it's breathing, you're interested."Which, I fear, is only too true.I had spent some time in the cellar. Under the pretext of improving the lighting, I had run an additional electric circuit down, and had taken it through into the torture chamber. I didn't want to use the original oil lamps because they must have been smoky and unpleasant, although there was some.