" Right," I nodded, "and before you ask: no, I don't need relief. Let's go."On the way to the floater, I thought a bit more about what I'd done with M.... Scott. He was cute enough, for a teacher, but I'm not some Lolita who pants after older men. Why did I do it? Was it just because I could? Because it was, in fact, a feather in my cap? A feather in my cap ... a notch in my belt?Was I doing with Mr. Scott what Kevin wanted to do with me? Well, it wasn't exactly the same. I hadn't bragged to all. You don’t look a run-of-the-mill tourist.” He laughed, “Neither, for that matter, do you.” She smiled in return. “Touché!” With that she again snuggled into him and continued to dance. When the music eventually stopped, they each, quite without prompting, bowed and curtseyed their acknowledgement to each other. Then she grasped two of his fingers and led him off the floor. She stopped and turned to face him, “I’m Anne, Anne Waring. Anne with an E.” “I’m Mex. Mex Robertson,” he replied. “Mex,. ”As he speaks, he pinches her clit, twists it, and she feels the tingle in her clit growing. Her breath comes in short gasps, and the heat from her bud suddenly fires through her, flooding her already-wet pussy with cum.He thrusts into her hard, repeatedly, and she can feel his balls slapping up against her. His hand massages her sore clit as he pounds her.And when he cums, his hot cream filling her pussy hole, their combined juices fill the palm of his hand.He stands still for a moment,. At full penetration, she became very stiff, and then suddenly went limp. "We've had other girls black out quickly – especially the young ones. Don't worry; she'll wake as soon as the first electric shock hits her clit." The machine had pulled back and rammed in a second time, but then stopped. "It's letting her muscles adjust to the intrusion." Tripp spoke as if sensing my question before I asked it.There was a tingling. I dreamt I was touching myself, masturbating in bed. I almost never.