The sounds were those of pleasure, moaning whimpers that were like those of someone about to come.“Let’s peek,” Lisa whispered. “Be very quiet... though. We don’t want to frighten them away until we see what they’re doing.”They came upon the blonde girl.She was sprawled back on a grassy piece of ground, her shorts off, dangling from one ankle. She had one leg bent at the knee, thrown wide, and her hand was working in a frenzy between her slim thighs. The expression on her lovely face was enough. Fast reaching its stark and uncompromising conclusion, however, apart from a shared name, the main character could hardly be more different. An unfulfilled housewife of twenty-six, the story's heroine had taken to corresponding with a prisoner called Max Jenner who was serving an eight-year stretch for aggravated rape. Though Emma (the one in story that is) found herself naturally appalled by the crime, secretly she craved the danger. Having developed a relationship through postal exchanges,. She refused to turn her head to watch him. She heard the key turn in the lock and wondered for a moment what was going on. Suddenly, Martin’s hands were on her shoulders.“No need to look so worried!” He exclaimed jovially, kneading the tense muscles in her shoulders. She shrugged uncomfortably, trying to shake him off, but he persisted a couple of seconds longer before walking back around to his swivel chair and sitting down. He leaned forward and placed his elbows on the desk, studying her. I felt both embarrassed and honoured by her actions. She was simultaneously excited and nervous prior to our premier sexual encounter.With her back towards me, I instructed her to remove her t-shirt, then her bra. Even though she felt uncomfortable, she complied with my request. I surprised her by asking her to put the t-shirt back on, over her bare breasts. The skirt went on over the trousers; trousers hit the floor afterwards.I got to cuddle with her for a while. This was to get her used to.