It was time for his game to begin."Megan, do you want to cum for me?" he asked her."God, yes! Please? I’ve been thinking about nothing else all day....Good girl. Remember, I’m in control now. You had your chance. It’s my turn. But that’s what you wanted, isn’t it?"He watched her face, noted the moment of hesitation before she finally nodded, her mouth open as the tip of her tongue slid slowly along the surface of her lower lip, her breathes coming in shallow gasps."That’s my dirty little. We girls had a laugh about him as we drove(Graham if you are reading this, sorry. But I just did not feel like fucking you). We reached the party and it was happening. Great looking costumes and hot men all around. We girls drew attention just like any other girl was doing in the crowd. There were more men than girls which is typical and that allowed us to have enough guys for each one of us. We were already feeling good with the drinks we had at the bar. But we grabbed a few more and soon. To please my parents, I started hanging out with him more and more. A man in his mid-fifties I saw him as a kind man. He always found tie to speak with me and give me advice on everything to include sex. One day when I broke down and told him how I felt after I masturbated, he didn’t laugh at me nor condemn my actions, but reach over and hugged me like the kind uncle I pictured him. It was during this hug I felt his soft cock growing and press against my right thigh. I tried to ignore it, but. We reached to my flat in half an hour. I offered her some water and asked her to relax. After freshening up I sat next to her on the sofa, my mind had started thing about her beautiful body. The touch of her boobs was still driving me crazy. I took my laptop and started showing my pictures of trips and picnic with friends.I even clicked a picture of her from the webcam. She was now relaxed and feeling comfortable. My hand was slightly touching her chest while showing the pictures. It rubbed her.