"Monday night, Mr Rooney, I was leaving The Dairy Bar with mywife and I saw Ms Carter walking across the parking lot with a veryattractive young woman..." He paused for a moment while Paul consideredwhat he was saying. "Imagine my surprise to realize that you were thatyoung woman." Oh..."Paul gave a half-smile as he tried to find the words to explainthings to his teacher."Then, on Tuesday morning, my wife was at the country club havingbreakfast with some colleagues when she saw a very upset young. Maybe he would just leave my top on, off my breasts obviously, in a half-torn-off fashion and he would want me to kneel in the muck with open thighs. He would even rub some dirt onto my face and tits and would ask me to pleasure myself and he would take pictures...Hold on... this is actually my idea and not a bad one at that. Hmmm. Should I..? I can always rinse off the dirt at the river. I unzip my hoodie and rub my nipples.“I love your deviance. It’s what attracts me to you, Annie,” he said. "Go on, stroke yourself." I said, then changed my language as he hesitated. "I said jack it, boy!" His hand immediately dropped, sliding up and down the rigid shaft there, and milking more pre-cum out. Without thinking, my hand drifted down to my own cock, mimicking his motion, but really sliding the dildo inside me back and forth, effectively fucking my slick pussy. Davy's eyes never left my hand, and I waited until his breathing was ragged before I slapped his shoulder. "That's enough. Up on. He decided on a warning. "Do not speak out of turn again, or you will put your hands back behind yourhead." She just nodded, not wanting to test his threat. He went over to the bed and carelessly dumped out her suitcase. Rummagingthrough her things he would pick up certain items and put them into two piles.She watched patiently as he picked through her things and examined them, apparentlytrying to pick out an outfit for her. As he did this, her arms grew tired. She fought gravity, and struggled.