Itdidn't take long and she was again in the midst of a powerful orgasm. Herpussy was convulsing wildly around my fingers and her hips pushing me upoff...the bed as she strained through her convulsions.She was still moaning and crying as I climbed up her body, still with herlegs over my shoulders until my cock was sliding into her swollen hole.That made her scream, "Oh yeah baby fuck me, fuck me hard." Her armswrapped around my neck and she held on for dear life as I fucked hersenseless. Her head. ? This was to be myattire when acting as chauffeur.? I wouldbe dressed like this when I picked up her at the airport.? She wanted it understood that she was lookingto own a slave, not merely have someone play at it.? She was expecting full service. This was nota sex game.? She required a maid forcooking, cleaning, secretarial work, errands, and a chauffeur for driving heraround.? There would be considerabledomestic work.? I would live-in while shewas in Los Angeles, and be available part-time. It was then, at sixteen, that I had stepped out of childhood and decided to become my step dad's Lolita. Maybe my therapist and Sigmund Freud have it right. I have an obsessive-compulsive disorder that I absolutely adore.I don't remember most of the actors, but I remember Dominique Swain as Lolita. I watched that movie over and over trying to remember each of her moves, every facial expression, and the seductive things she said. Sometimes I'd watch and masturbate until falling asleep in a pool. We'll be there in about half-an-hour. Hasta la vista!" He switched the phone off and slapped me heartily on the back. "We're in buddy!"As we cycled across town, wild sexual thoughts about my first private French lesson started crowding in. I realised that, for two 18-year-olds, this was an opportunity not to be missed.Bianca's bungalow was surrounded by a pretty wooded garden, well spaced away from the neighbouring properties. As the garage door was raised, we cycled in and parked our bikes at.