He grunted as his cock began to soften. I still knelt there loving on his cock until he removed it and slapped my face with his meaty shaft. I’ve ne...er let a man treat me like such a whore but I had to admit that he owned me and let him have his way with me.When he zipped up his jeans he told me to get dressed. Again I did as I was told. I crawled around on the floor searching for my clothes. He went into the bathroom while I got dressed. He returned while I was putting my panties on.“Give me. Kind. No, more than that, caring. Confident. He had so much faith in me, in how good I am. In how much better I could become.”Her voice grew fainter, “The depression, sure, we’d address that, the two of us. But he saw an Eva Martinez beyond that. A post-depression version that had never existed. That I had never imagined. The woman I could grow into.”Eva’s mind returned to this room, to me. She spoke clearly, calmly, directly. “Then he fucked me. I let him. Then he and a friend fucked me. I let. Like Candy, she was a cheerleader at the local high school, and she looked the part. Sixteen-year-old Tasha was a thin 5'5" tall beauty. She had long straight light brown hair, deep blue eyes, a nice set of perky tits, and a nearly flat ass.Finally, Henry spoke to her. "Tasha, I don't know what you're talking about."Tasha looked disappointed. "Please, Sir. Candy and I are best friends and we talk about everything. Everything! She told me how you were so gentle when you took her virginity,. With that, she pulled down the sheet that was covering us and I got a look at her sexy naked body. She was probably in her early to mid-twenties, five feet six and very slim. She had breasts that I guessed were small B-cups. They looked like someone had cut a small orange in half and put the halves on her chest. Her nipples were large and hard. She was cleanly shaved between her legs and her mound was puffy. Her skin was smooth and snow white. There were no tan lines and no tan. She.