I could tell this wasn't his first time. He looked me in the eye and began undoing my zipper. I was already hard from the sheer anticipation of what I...was allowing to happen. He reached through my zipper and pulled my briefs down. Then worked my cock out in to the open. His hands were cool and dry. They were incredibly soft. He stroked me a few times. It was an incredible sensation. He leaned forward and took the head in his mouth. After the coolness of his hands, his mouth felt like a hot. "I can't I have a date," she informed me."Oh I see, do you need anything?" I asked. I was a little disappointed and it showed."Nope, dad is taking care of all our money needs and stuff." She noticed my disappointment again. "Don't let it bother you, he can afford it and you can't right now. We both understand that, it doesn't mean we love you any less. We both still want to spend time with you, but we are growing up." Yeah, I know you are growing up. Just don't leave me out completely. Tell. .." but she was not to be reasoned with in that mood and I wasquickly interrupted. "Be quiet, Jane. Sit on the edge of the bed andhold out your hands." I did so, wondering what would happen this time.Vanya took my wrists and ordered me to interlace my fingers and, when Ihad, clicked a tiny padlock through the loose rings attached to thoseon my fingers. That simple bondage was extremely effective for it wasimpossible for me to unlock my fingers unless the padlock was removed.Next Vanya pushed me. Finally one night mom told Jane "if you can be naked in front of Tom and relax you will make a lot of progress, there is nothing wrong with him seeing how pretty you are."Jane screamed "let Tom see me naked, let him stare at my boobs and pussy. The only thing that will do; will be to give him a hard on. Why don't I just fuck Tom and sleep in his bed like a little whore from now on and be his slut?"Mom slapped Jane and that was the end of that argument. The next night Jane had a trump card up.