? I felt my breasts hanging free.? I felt his hard cock press against my side through his clothes.? I was so pleased I excited him.? The underside of ...y breasts rubbed against his thigh.? The position made feel how subservient I was.? Embarrassment surged in me as I was aware of what he would see.? I felt scared and so obviously not in charge, not control, not in any flight of the imagination.? Laying over his knee helpless and exposed I knew Michael was in control, not me.? I also knew that I. The crunch came almost a week later. I had become quite accustom to accepting whatever I saw in my wife's room and had even sat and watched on a few occasions. She would always look to me for a further fuck after she had finished with whoever happened to be with her at the time. What happened on Friday evening, however, was the last straw. As I approached Maxine's room I wondered what I would find this time; a doctor fucking her perhaps? Another lesbian session with a nurse? Or perhaps a. Anything short of actual sex was fine with her, and Robbie found out that his tongue could replace his finger inside her, much to her greater satisfaction. By the end of the school year, Robbie and Mary had each become quite talented in performing oral sex, but Robbie wanted more, and Mary began to tire of his begging. Finally, to his surprise one night after a particularly erotic date, she told him that she was through with him, and asked him not to call her again."What did I do wrong?" he. He moved slowly, but still hurriedly, and as quietly as humanly possible. After first checking the sliding glass door for a stick on the inside, he sprayed the track of the door with WD-40. He then used his MasterCard to pop the flimsy latch, and quietly let himself inside. On the thick pile carpeting in the apartment, he was soundless. A man’s apartment, but he had known that when he trailed his quarry from the restaurant. He looked around in the half-light, noting the decor. It was neat in.