"Pet, do you know why you were punished?" Your mien took on that of a concerned teacher attempting to get a tough math problem across to his young, im...ressionable student.I felt exactly like that at the moment -- very young and you were my father; my teacher; my lover. My life. "Sir," I began in a rather sounding childlike voice, "you punished me because I did not get permission to use the ladder." Very good, pet." You smiled what seemed a real smile. My heart melted. My crotch grew wetter with. “How did you like the little show I put on for you the other night in your Living room?” I blushed as he spoke those words. Somehow I thought he may have forgotten. “Well?” he insisted. “I don’t know Joe,” I replied. He just laughed. My breasts were sticking straight out because they were still cold from the lake water. Joe reached out and touched them and they got goose bumps all over them. “Susan?” Joe said. “Can you remember where. I did not want to let go ofhis cock. He put me on the couch and switched positionswith me. He looked me in the eyes and slid my pantiesdown my legs. My pussy was now totally on display. He lowered his tongue to my pussy and expertly startedlicking me. My husband had gone down on me before, butagain, it was usually quick, not about me, and just toget to the sex. This was different. This was good. Thiswas a man who had done this before. This was a man who knew what he was doing. I closed myeyes. His cock throbbed as he fucked me with his finger and I tried not to scream and cry. "Oh Sophie, little Sophie, you like my finger in you like this, huh? You're wet, I can feel it, you like it! That's my girl." With this, he grabbed my hair and jerked my head back, kissing and sucking and biting my neck. Of course I didn't like it. I felt pain and humiliation; things I had never felt before. My parents were good, kind people, and though the boys at the schoolhouse would sometimes tease.