He was fucking her, yes. Remarking on her and calling her things that certainly weren't polite or mold. But she was Kevin's. Kevin had invited him int... this, let him fuck the collared teacher he led into Parker's apartment, loaning out his slutty girlfriend to the man who was here to take pictures of them. Parker was a guest, a participant, an observer; he let his pictures convey that, a very voyeuristic approach to how he photographed her even while balls deep inside of her expressing his. She had not wanted to give such responsibility to her daughter. She knew that both children would find the situation embarrassing and awkward. She assumed that was why neither was talking now. She had asked both questions but the answers were short and offered little in the way of explanation. She decided it was best to just let them work everything out between themselves. In a short time they would get past the bashfulness and everything would be fine.Susan need not have worried about her. Jake resisted the temptation to touch it. It didn’t help that he could clearly see her pudenda between her legs as she climbed the steps in front of him.She led him to a closed door and stood nervously looking down. Jake could sense Jan within. She was just barely in range. He felt a gravity from her that was contending with her happiness and excitement.“I will see you at three,” he said softly. “Don’t be late, not by even a moment.”She nodded.“Go!”She scurried back down the hall, her bottom. She even begged off sick from one of Tremper's parities to spend a quiet, romantic evening with Ron.At first things improved. She began to use less Jip, even on occasions when what she did was disgusting and humiliating. Ron seemed to reciprocate, especially to her romantic gestures and even though she could still not reach orgasm with him, she was encouraged that things would get better.But after a rare weekend when Ron was away at a conference and her services were not demanded, Ron returned.