Keeping my toes pointed at the ceiling, I trace the outline of your tiny body with the heel of my shoe. You lie rigidly on the floor, terrified of wha... may happen next, afraid of risking my wrath by moving. The stiletto heel drags along your head, down the outside of your arm and back up the inside. I give you a little jab in your armpit before reversing direction and tracing along your chest, your ribs, and the outside of your right leg. I reverse direction once again as I begin to sc****. I silently slipped out of the terrace and made my way to the little bathroom in the backyard. I pulled down my pant and underwear releasing my hard cock and started to stroke it. I took out my phone and played a porn clip I had stored in it, imagining the woman to be my mom while I pounded her pussy.I was so involved in jerking off that I didn’t hear the faint footsteps outside the bathroom or the opening of the door.“Akshay!” I heard someone call my name, which jolted me from my senses. The. "I nodded. Dad wasn't what you'd call real talkative, but it was always worth listening to him."David, why does Mrs. O'Brian think that she would be a good pick for you?" Dad, she says that she would be forever grateful."Dad sighed. "Son, there are few things in this universe that have as short a half-life as gratitude, and even fewer have as toxic a residue." He shook his head. "I'm not impressed if someone says they are grateful for something you just did; I want to know if they live a life. Her heated breath washed over my face. "That's honest. I'll be honest too. Please show me what you mean. I want to feel it. I'll tell you how I really feel after we're done. Please." Then she kissed me.I knew there was a certain level of expectation with Katrina. I had talked about my sexual encounters in class, citing numbers that might have seemed extreme to some and ridiculous to others, but she had pointed out how I didn't come on to her. Yes, I had control at the time, but now, with her in.