Rhetorical question, of course. He stepped closer to me.“Open.”I didn’t need any further instructions. I opened my mouth silently and he smoothl... pushed in his hard cock, going further than I’d expected of course. His hands went into my hair, and he controlled my movements totally, making me take him deeper each time.“I really like seeing you this way,” he breathed. “There’s just something so perfect about stopping you from talking back so much.”My face flushed. Half of me wished I hadn’t been. He made sure not to force it. He got me to where I liked it and sought it out on my own. One of the things most boys did was read comic books and graphic novels. I was no exception. I would walk the few blocks to my local comic book store and buy the few comics I could afford. Maybe 3 to 4 a week. Now this comic book store was very small, in a small shopping center off of a moderately busy street. No a whole lot of traffic. It was filled from floor to ceiling with boxes of comics and. "You've been watching me while I work. Why is that?" "I'm not sure." This time it was her that moved closer. "I'm really sorry if its creeped you out." "It hasn't, Mrs. Fitzgerald. Far from it." At this point we had both moved closer to the other until we were closer than we should've been. She quickly looked down to see the bulge growing inside my shorts. She moaned quietly to herself. "Call me Diana." She grabbed my hand and leaned forward when the sound of a door opening snapped us both back. In the morning she got up and had a shower, walking around upstairs in the hostel with a towel around her, hoping David would come out of his room. But time was getting on ,she had to start a shift and go and get Dean up who was a resident. She only bothered to put flip flops on because he wanted a shower and she could kick them off easier and shower him in bare feet.All morning she was looking at the clock because she couldn’t wait to go back to David’s flat. They left at three o’clock and got.