.oh my god, You’re driving me crazy right now.” He looked up at me and smiled, and replied……”Baby, we haven’t even started yet.” His thu...bs hooked into the tiny strips of fabric on my hips from my panties, and he began to slide them down my hips. His hands were moving so slowly, it felt like hours. His mouth moved to my hip, kissing the exposed skin, nibbling on me. My body was trembling below him, my head tossed back, and I knew he was enjoying teasing me with his achingly slow movements. I. It was located the furthest away from the park entrance. I made my way down to the shelter as quietly as I could. There was a single light on near the shelter. I could only make out two bodies. One was bent over a park bench the other was standing behind. I was close enough to hear their bodies slapping into each other. At first, I thought it was a man and a woman having sex. This aroused me as I continued to watch. Without thinking, I stuffed my hand down my shorts and began playing with. I needed a hot shower and something to eat. I had to get out of these hot riding leathers and boots. I kicked off the boots. Pulled my socks off. Then the riding vest. My black T-shirt was nearly stuck to my body. I had to wrestle it over my head. The black leather riding chaps came off next. My jeans felt like a second skin. Nearly impossible to peel off. I was standing there in my pink sports bra and panties enjoying the cool breeze off the lake. The sports bra came off quickly. My breast. So now, I was living with Mr. Anderson in his house. I had a room of my own, but it was mainly used for home work and storage. I spent most nights with him, in his bed. The only times I didn’t sleep with him was, when guests visited or stayed.I also started practicing netball and self defense at the gym, after schools (Monday-Friday).My trainer’s name is Jim Broadbent or Jimmy as he likes been called; he is an African-American and a former amateur boxer. I was learning basic self defense.