And I won't have to do any of that, I promise, as long as you do everything I say tonight. Ok?" Take off your clothes," I said. "Now." He began undres...ing, slowly at first, but faster when I mentioned that Hayley had given me her phone number and that we were meeting for lunch that week. Soon enough he was standing there, pale and naked and scared in front of his lingerie-clad mother. He was so embarrassed. And not only was he naked but he was hard, remember? I almost burst out laughing I was. She interrupted my fruitless monologue by whispering, "You can do anything you want to me," and then stuck her tongue into my ear. I don't know why I felt like she was the one winning, as I was apparently the one that had a free pass to violate her tight little teenage body any way I wanted. I closed my eyes for a second to try to make my dick listen to reason. But when I opened them back up Leslie had taken off her bra and was presenting me her beautiful firm 36 C's; perhaps the finest I. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck your slave!" I said, gasping and writhing on his thick intrusion. Just as Aretha Franklin began crooning "I Never Loved A Man," his hand moved to grip the soft flesh of my belly and he began to thrust into me forcefully. The halting refrain "I ain't never loved a man, the way that I, I love you" resonated in me.His feet were planted on the arm of the couch and he used the leverage to pound himself deeply into me. I pulled up my knees and arched my back, greedily. With a rag soaked in the ether, George and the boys slipped into her room. For the briefest moment, the guys admired Candie's sleeping form. She was clad in a light blue, two piece, pajama set. The top buttoned up the front. Her matching bottoms were like lose fitting shorts.A terrified Candie awoke for only a few seconds. As she sprang up, someone threw an arm around her neck. Before she could scream, her attacker covered her mouth and nose with his other hand."No!" She screamed. It wasn't.