Don came back, right over the top:"What sex?" You knew the rules, Donald. My father forbids it."That forbiddance failed to stop Donald Hollinger one n...ght. She'd held no grudge, had told no one, not even her mother, nor her Priest. Not a soul. She'd kept it close to her heart, it was the only way she could find the strength to forgive him."You can never forgive me. You won't even look at me." I did forgive you. I can forget, Donald. I will. I am looking at you, Donald. Please look at me." Your. ’You glare at me and stride to your bedroom.‘Damn!’ I tip toe down the stairs and peer around the door into the lounge. As usual, at this time of the day, Mom’s watching her favourite soap.A minute later, I storm into your bedroom. ‘Right, we have maybe half an hour before Dad’s home, so we need to sort this out. Last chance, Fay. What’s your problem?’You look up from the bed, but all I get is your tongue sticking out at me.Without a word, I sit next to you and grab your arms from behind. You. We will show you videos and measure your arousal. The entire session will of course be recorded. Any questions?"I started to take off my clothes. As I pulled down my underwear I realized I was getting an erection."Sorry about this," I mumbled totally embarrassed."No worries, happens all the time," Anna assured me.I sat down on the chair and Anna kneeled down in front of me with the device sleeve. She grabbed my cock and wrapped the sleeve around it. Precum was starting to drip from my fully. I wanted to be completely lost in him. My hands slid over his shoulders to sift through his hair. At last, I raised my eyes to his. His gaze was searching, looking for something that he apparently found. A smile curved his touchable lips for the first time tonight as he looked into my drugged stare. Tenderly, he took my hand in his and led me down the balcony steps onto soft, dewy grass. Together, hand in hand, we walked on the winding brick path into the rose garden. Looking into my eyes, he.