I picked her up on my way home from work. I’d stopped at Charlie’s Bar to pick up a cold six-pack. It was, um, a week ago Wednesday. No, Thursday....Yeah, a week ago last Thursday.’ Nine days. Nine days of hell, if Jon was any judge of character. ‘I asked her where she was going and she said California or some place out west. I told her I could take her part way. At first, I didn’t think she was going to get in the car, but then she did. ‘What are you going to do with her?’ ‘Keep her, at least. Somehow, since then, her offer to assist hadtransformed into controlling his life. He wanted to simply fondlepanties but she insisted that he needed to explore his fetish bydressing in them, as well as the embarrassing outfits she selected."I'm coming," he said, loud enough for her to hear from the other room,but still in the soft feminine voice on which she insisted.He scurried through the house, using the hip-swinging gait she hadtaught him, to find her leaning back against the counter, arms. Now she came to my control and pressed her boobs with my hand. I kissed her neck. Suddenly she told yes does it well like you did on that day night. I stopped and looked at her. She told that she knows well when I kissed her neck pussy boobs during my childhood but she acted like sleeping.I came to full mood and started sucking her neck hard from her behind. She moaned hmmm mmm yesses…I slowly raised her nighty. And she dint wears any inners. Not even bra. Slowly went down from the same. My cunt tingled.Then tentatively reaching into his warm brown loins I began stroking and fondling his silky black sheath, whispering and cooing encouragingly as I did so. Soon I felt a throbbing in my hand.Max was now letting out soft wining calls of desire to me that were so thrilling. His sheath was expanding in my hand and his red tipped cock glistened as it emerged provocatively.I'd begun perspiring from the obscene urges running through me.I new these urges were taboo and wicked: but I.