And then there was Mr. Duncan politely suggesting I should marry - and mother sobbing into her pillow at the news... again after meeting my 'Lolita' b...ide.Even with all that history between us, and mother in her forties, she could be counted the most attractive woman here.Mom saw that look too and knew I could not sell her and she smiled gently for me before turning back to her conversation. She could almost read my mind, my desires, by a look. We shared so much for so many years - and I had. The only light in the room is the dim glow from various city lights outside coming in through our window. Well, that and I’m pretty sure there’s a bright red glow radiating from my face.I can’t look at Ken and not have all those images Jo only just finished painting for me come rushing back. I was suddenly short of breath and my skin felt prickly.Jo sat up and turned on the lamp on the table between the beds. She smiled up at Ken and said, “I had to tell her something Master. She’s a. But I didn't care, I was going to have Mr. Patterson fuck me. I could feel his cock nearing my hymen. It was terribly painful. He soon broke through and laid down on me. Tiny streams of tears ran down my cheeks. He stroked my hair and kissed my forehead. Mr. Patterson then carried on pushing his cock into me. It hurt, but at the same time felt quite pleasurable. Then, he slowly extracted his cock, and slowly put in back it and let it sit there. I could feel his cock increase inside me, I. Heather examined it with her eyes. The veins, the ridge around the head. Taking a deep breath, Heather excitedly wrapped her free hand around the shaft. It had been too long since she had tasted a cock, and that was going to end now.“May I please suck your dick?” She asked sweetly.“Please.” Came a deep voice in reply. Heather’s tongue left her mouth and licked across the urethra of her new anonymous lover. This enhanced her excitement as she remembered the familiar taste of a man. Pursing her.