"I’ll be right back, I’ll also prepare some snacks, but it’ll be only five minutes." Where was the literate teacher in me getting off to? I retr...ated into the kitchen, unsure where this evening was going and even less sure that I could stand Cordelia’s constant teasing presence without falling to pieces.The snacks were quickly done, just slicing up the French baguette and cutting it into small squares, decorating the pieces with small squares of cheese and a slice of the Italian sausage, then. I’m alright. I’m fine I guess” she answered. He smiled knowing that she had seen his privates. He was kind of touched by it all and kind of knew how she felt upon seeing them too but he did not say a word. The worst part was about to come or at least parts of the worst part were coming. “Lance sir” she said “uhhh I think you need some groceries” she told him. She asked it was specifically that he wanted, if she could get them for him. He told her but there was a problem. She never drove. She. I couldn’t believe how much I am enjoying your torture. You then gently slide your little finger in my ass and fuck it, slow then a little harder. Then you use your middle finger and do the same, soon you have 2 fingers in my ass and I am enjoying every bit of it.The pleasure and pain is so good, so good I didn’t notice 4 fingers were in my ass before you said “I nearly have my whole hand in your ass you dirty slut'‘. The moment comes when you ask if I am ready for your cock which I just. I loved her. Now I would prove it.I fell to my knees between her thighs, my dick quivering before me. I stroked up her thighs from her knees, feeling the silky warmth of her skin. I brushed the hem of her robe. Unlike my dad, my mother kept in shape. She did it to please him, hoping that if she looked hot he'd have one less thing to yell at her about. It was so sad that she tried to please him. That she let herself love this disgusting man. But I would fix that. I would save her.My hands.