Her nightlight provided enough light that he could see that she had her thin nightie pushed up high on her waist, just under her tits, and her bent op...n knees stood diagonal up in the air. Her panties were bunched up on the floor, all but forgotten. Her arm was cushioned against her smooth flat tummy and her hand was nestled deep between her legs. Only someone as dense as a door nail wouldn't be able to tell that she was masturbating. Her hand and fingers were moving rhythmically down there and. Once it was in, I stopped at about 1/2 way, and let it sit there for a moment, asking her if she was ok. Like a trooper, she just said "Its Ok". I knew she was lying, but I couldn't hold back. I started fucking her ass. 1/2 way in at first as I could feel her tense body in my hands. But then, I felt the need to really fuck her. I pushed my cock in until it hit a turn inside her and then pushed past it. She jumped back a little, and it made me even crazier. I started to ram my cock in and out. So, after what we have done so far together today, my guess is that you now want to use your own cock on me to allow you to see that the sort of sexual relationships you will want to develop with other guys will involve you in both the active and passive roles.”“Of course I don’t know how you yourself feel about the give and take of sex; we have just had sex together for the first time this afternoon and given the circumstances, it was natural that I should take the lead and fuck you. And for. ’ She looked at Arlene. ‘I’m scared, ma’am, I’m really scared. I mean, Cynthia can be pretty wild sometimes, but she’s a good girl, basically.’ ‘My parents could have said exactly the same thing about me when I was a teenager,’ Arlene thought. ‘Have you called Mr. Sanders?’ she asked. The maid nodded. ‘I tried, ma’am,’ she replied, ‘but he wasn’t in. I left a message with his secretary that I needed to talk to him, but he hasn’t gotten back to me yet.’ She looked at Arlene, her eyes red..