I got cold feet because I've never been with a man before and I wanted to do what my therapist said I should do before become fully invested. I can be...a little fragile about some things and if I didn't think you would understand, I wouldn't be here." She said and I went to assure her but she stopped me holding up a hand."NO, PLEASE, let me talk and get this out and over with, I don't need another excuse to procrastinate on it. Just hold my hands for me, please. This is very hard and that's why. Steve’s cock glistened with Miss Trottle’s pussy juice as she carried on pumping his cock back and forth. Rich’s left hand held onto Miss Trottle’s waist while his right hand ran up and down her front, stopping to run his hands over those breasts which he had fantasized about many times while lying in bed. Her tits were now bouncing back and forth to the pace of his thrusts. "Unggghhh! Oh, fuck!" gasped Miss Trottle, eagerly humping her sopping wet pussy onto the satisfying stiffness of her. Now his knowledgeable fingers were slowly pulling the sheet from her, his eyes on her breast as they were revealed in all their glory. Fearfully, Kristine cringed away from the heat in his eyes, the strength in his jaw. She knew that no amount of pleading or crying would stop this man, her captor. Kristine closed her eyes and turned her face from him, her face burning bright as she remembered the way he’d made her beg the night before. Kristine sent up a fervent prayer that he wouldn’t do that. But she was too far down this new rabbit hole for this. Too far gone in her new and exciting world of pleasure that her new lover had transported her to.This lack of connection both soured and excited me. That familiar high and low of the game we’d learned to play together this last half-year. Only this part was one I played only by myself. The bittersweet pain of exclusion and isolation as Jill frolicked and enjoyed her chosen male partner, the together part only happening later when she.