So I made mental notes. Close garage, lock door. As I walked through the kitchen I began touching myself. I dropped my bag on the counter, kicked off ...y shoes while my fingers lightly scratched my stomach and slowly scratched my skin as I moved my hand toward my bra. I slid my hand underneath the bra, push the bra up and I reached for my nipple. My nipple was so sensitive from me being horny all day. I began pinching my nipple hard, then teasing it with my fingernails. I walked through the. What I do remember is how my father used to beat me with his belt, steel rod or shoes for smallest of mistakes. What's more shameful is that he continued to beat me even when I was sixteen years old.I was tall with broad-shoulders, although not a giant like him, but the fact that I was nearly grown-up or that Mother could see me standing there with my jeans and underwear pulled down to my ankles with my cock and balls clearly visible didn't bother him.To some all this might seem barbaric, but. Noone is forcing me to do this. How wrong I was! I was being manipulatedby a very smart man into becoming his perfect woman and all the while Iwas thinking that these were my wishes.I asked Charles what is line of work was and he told me that hebasically was retired. He had owned a chain of car washes inPennsylvania which was bought out by a nation- wide chain for some megabucks. Spent a number of years in fast cars and women until hisaccidents forced him to give up his license. He then used. His breath was getting shorter and more rapid and His hands quickly caressed my back. I heard him groan, “oh misty!” as I felt His cum travel through His cock underneath my hand that rapidly stroked Him and shoot into my mouth. I teased His now sensitive head with my tongue as he held my neck down to get me deeper inside. He was happy and relaxed immediately and as I finished cleaning Him off, men were still jerking off around us. By now, my pussy was so wet and my clit was throbbing, aching.