Sam began to move her hands on Sally's warm breasts. Her thumbs moved across the smooth surface making the young girl shiver with excitement rather th...n the cold. Sam moaned as their lips went back together. Slowly she moved her hand downward."Oh God," Sally gasped when Sam's hand slipped between her legs.Suddenly, Sam was touching another woman's vagina for the first time in her life. It felt so different from her own because of the lack of hair. She cupped the fat outer lips in her hand and. ”“What kind?” she asked, surprising him.“Well, I went to school for mechanical engineering. Right now, I work as an aerospace consultant. I’m part of a team that advises airlines, the military and some defense companies about airplane engines. We help them figure out the best engine to put on their planes, depending on what they want the plane to do,” he informed her.Cindy just stared at Roger and blinked, sorry she asked the question.“My team reads a lot about airplanes and their engines and. ” I turn and walk from the room. I know her mind is full of doubt, questions, frustration, but she has to learn somehow. A few moments after I sit in the living room, she follows me. She kneels on the floor in front of me and gives me the “puppy dog eyes” look.“Can’t I just suck your cock instead? I’ll make it good.”“No.”Her shoulders slump and her lips take the shape of a pout. She tries a different tack. Lowers her head a little and looks up from beneath her eyelashes. The tip of her pink. The last thing I remember seeing is a sadistic smile breaking out across her face as I surrender to sleep… ‘Now, teacher, listen to me.’ The voice, I recognise as Cayla’s. But it seems to come from within my own head. ‘When I say something to you. You will say, ‘Yes, Cayla.’ ‘Yes, Cayla’. ‘You now in my control. You do what I say.’ Ridiculous, I think to myself. ‘Yes, Cayla,’ I reply. ‘You, my sleeve’. I don’t understand ‘I say, you my sleeve.’ I still don’t understand. A pause. Sounds like.