After every task they would discuss it in great detail. How she felt, what she liked, what horrified her. She wasn’t sure what disturbed her the mos...: the fact that she followed his orders or the fact that she liked doing the things that he asked. Maybe it was simply, after a lifetime of being the prim and proper wife, someone had given her permission to do all the things she always wanted to, but never let herself follow through on. A week ago, an invitation came in the mail to a special club. While in public she gave me some anxious or slightly embarrassing moments, in private I was beginning to enjoy her kinkiness. Was it obvious to others or was it just my imagination, or did it really matter? Perhaps I was being too much of a prude; my upbringing had made me this way. I thought of Alan and other men I'd had relations with, while I'd enjoyed the sex with them, particularly the penetration it usually left me incomplete, once they had their orgasm they wanted to end it, whereas. I hung his jacket on the spare hook and made my way back into where he was sitting, 'Why don't we go to town together', I suggested, 'then we can eat together tonight'.I was talking control and he was going along for the ride, my mind, my hormones, and my body were telling him I was in heat, I knew it, so he must know it, I was being brash and forward, and I was loving it.I saw the look in his face, he looked as if he had just won the jackpot, I think he found it hard to hide how hot he was for. Having satisfied her own desires, Araya lay back and recounted the experience, at no time did it cross her mind to enquire if the boy had enjoyed himself, all that mattered was her virginity had gone and her pussy had been satisfied, the only regret, he had filled her cunt with spunk and she had wanted to taste it again. She decided never to miss the opportunity in future.Part twoAraya went through the final teenage years, completing her education, in both the educational and sexual sense, and.