’ Pardon me? The professor acknowledged my questioning stare. ‘Oh wait, you are in my Creative Writing course. Just making sure you’re listening...’ A warm smile and a look in his eyes that said he knew I was taking his interest and kindness seriously. ‘Oh, have no doubt professor. I’m paying attention.’ It was more than just paying attention from a purely respectful stance. I genuinely wanted to hear what he had to say, his thoughts, his assessment and what he thought I needed in terms of work. I cowered in the shadow of the tailor's shop, my mind filled with lacquered wooden shapes that promised powerful delights and powerful degradation. Saving me from self torment, I spied the mother and child. He marched her up to the shop and made her open the door.I asked myself one last time, to forget about this poor woman. Was not my own suffering enough?Entering the shop, I swallowed dryness in my throat and approached the counter."Yes, Ma-am and young master, they're all ready." The man. Taking my place on the towel i spread my leggs. thinking i'm about to get fucked by a man for the first time. he applied some lube to my asshole.i wondered if it was going to hurt. he put my leggs over his shoulders.i felt his cock against my tight hole, and with one push he was inside me and it felt amazing i started pushing back against his thrust it wasn't long before i knew he was close,then i could feel him tensing then i felt his cock pulsing in my ass i was taking his seed deep in my. “You don’t know what I’m talking about” she started “Let me be more direct. Why the hell were you looking at my tits?”I was shocked to hear that from my stepmom and also was embarrassed. But I couldn’t know why she was smiling the way she was.I admitted “I was glancing up your chest since the opportunity was there to look. Now get up.”I tried pushing her off me. But I couldn’t move her. My movement was blocked by chair on one side and the table on the other.Jane said “You liked looking at them.