”My voice faded.“Mandy’s first proper fuck! Say it like it is!” she said coldly. “It’s not a date; Mandy’s been ordered there to be fuck...d!”“Chances are she’ll love every minute of it.”It was unkind, but my wife’s brutal words had brought the day’s terrible events into my brain with a vivid brutality, sending a wave of quite unjustified bitterness through me.“That’s not the point,” she countered angrily. “Whether Mandy enjoys being fucked or not is irrelevant. She’s doing it reluctantly and. My big blue eyes were wide, but they had darkened with growing desire."Where do you want to take me?"My voice didn't match my calm eyes; it was higher in pitch than normal and rough with fear and a little interest."Just go whore, I'll tell you when to stop."I said nothing more and backed out and onto the street. As I drove my short skirt hiked up even more with each move of my foot from the gas petal to the brake. I felt your eyes on me, but I ignored them, I racked my brain to try and remember. He was licking his lips repeatedly as he ogled the heroine's bare legs. She was wearing a very short skirt that revealed a lot of shapely thigh.It was disturbingly erotic as in the film the older man slid his hand onto the girls knee and then moved it along her leg. It showed the girl staring straight ahead at the screen with a slight smile on her open lips, which grew broader the higher his hand travelled. The camera panned up to show the old man's face. He obviously couldn't believe she was. ” “No problem, honey,” she whispered back. I drove home with a smile on my face. A couple weeks later, the night before Alex’s birthday, I spent another day at the spa and hired a babysitter. When Alex got home from work, I told him I’d arranged a birthday dinner at Applebee’s. He smiled and grabbed my ass. “I see you borrowed your sister’s clothes again,” he said. I had one of Jaynie’s mini-skirts on, except this time I skipped the thong. I stretched up so he could reach his hands a little.