I squatted wide legged on his table. As I posed for him Roy fingered his penis, working it up hard and to maximum erection. He also fondled my bum, co...k and balls through the panties. I still remember the feel of his fingers slowly and lightly feeling my hard erect penis through thin taut satin. Finally he asked me to strip the underwear and stockings off real slow. I left the stockings till last, getting my legs wide the way I liked watching girls take stockings off. Roy’s cock was almost. I am enjoying the feeling but again can't help but want to pull away a bit. "If you don't keep still I'm going to have to stop," he says, knowing that stopping would be the worst punishment."I'm trying" I assure him. "Please don't stop yet. Help me be a good girl for you." I have an idea," he says. He gets up off the bed. He grabs his bag and walks around the bed so that he is behind me. He places the bag behind me and then sits behind me on the bed. I can feel the roughness of his pants. I’ve stayed one step ahead of him, but dare not go too far, for fear of being in the open long enough for him to see me. I’m hoping that he’ll eventually realize that I’m leaving him of my own accord. I would go back to Brooklyn, where I was born, but it’s gone now. Along with the rest of the Big Apple, the greatest city in the old US of A. I think that he’s on some kind of drug or this whole crisis has made him snap,” the stranger explained to them, still visibly terrified.“Any other people in. While small indiscretions like kissing were overlooked, anything major meant a march to the community square and getting such a whipping on the ass and back that the skin would come off.The second rule was that it was the woman who decided who she wanted to marry and when. Once she attained adulthood, she became in charge of her life and in charge of her husband and children. From then on, she ran the show.The last, and the most important factor, related to how an adult woman conducted her sex.