You are not even thirteen." I said while my eyes stayed fixated. "You can touch it if you want." Maybe it was the wine I had with my husband before co...ing over or the fact I could not believe it was real but I reached out and touched it. My petite little hand looked even smaller next to it. At only four foot ten and maybe ninety five pounds, my small hand could not even wrap around this massive cock. I took hold of his dick, it was covered with lotion from his masturbating. Without thinking I. That was why Kate felt so nervous, so flighty, so scared. Kate remembered a time when thinking wasn't so hard, so difficult. The drugs and hypnosis and physchological training and disciplining had all forced changes on Kate in the last eight months, robbing the subject of independence of thought or even trying to think. "Pretty girls don't think-- they just smile, Kate. Understand?" the Teacher had told Kate, who replied with a big bright smile. Oh yes, Kate understood. Especially. “I missed you,” she said, leaning over and giving me a long, deep kiss. “I hope to have a surprise for you tomorrow, but that will have to wait. Right now I’d like to ask a favor.” “A surprise?” I asked. “Yes. It’s for tomorrow,” she said. “Right now I want to know if you’ll do something for me that I’ve been thinking about all week.” “Anything,” I indicated. “I want you to take your clothes off right here, sit back and do nothing, and let me fuck you. When you’re ready, I want you to cum in. After another half hour or so we were driving into an area with businesses. Shirley pulled into the parking lot of a diner. Both girls started giggling as they pulled on some shorts and buttoned up their shirts. Bev turned to me. "C'mon, sugar pea. We're gonna get something to eat. We'll put your case in the trunk."That's what we did. We went in to have something to eat. As we waited for the waitress to come over both of them were tickling my legs with their feet. They had flipped off their.