She shouted at me,hey what r u doing here?get out.fuck off u rascal. I went to my room. Later she came to my room and asked me why i came to her room....I told her that i just wanted to chat to her. She asked sorry for using foul language with me. I said it’s ok. I asked her, why she got so desperate. She confided that she was having a sexual relationship with father, who ditched her and now she was sexually starved. She said if a girl becomes sexually active and then if she is starved, it. Maria blushed under the intensity of his gaze. "Is something wrong?" Maria asked. "Sorry, I didn't mean to stare." Steve mumbled. "Have I got something on my dress, or in my teeth?" "No it's just..." "Just what?" "That you're beautiful." Maria laughed, "I'm as fat as a whale, my boobs are swollen and I hardly slept last night. I think you need your eyes testing!" "No, you're beautiful." "Even like this?" Steve crossed over to her chair and. I remember the first time I walked into Dr. Moore's office with makeup and a tight fitting shirt instead of my usual sweatpants and old t-shirt. He literally stopped mid sentence and had to clear his throat several times before we were able to begin our session. Seeing him have such a reaction to me ignited something inside me again. My sexual drive was suddenly back with a vengeance. I began doing yoga naked again and admiring my body in the mirror. I felt a new love and respect for my body. She cried out again when he impaled her on his finger. But her cries only seemed to encourage him to thrust his finger farther into her virgin cunt. He held her there, his one hand playing with her tits, his other hand pumping in and out of her, her hand trapped around his cock by their bodies as he ground into her ass for what seemed like forever. And then he forced a second finger into her small cunt and she cried out again at the pain of being stretched. " that's it slut, you are going to.