She was ill and was not playing. She was lying on the bed and her mother was cooking. In an effort to hide myself, I slid under the cot she was sleepi...g. The cot was made of wood and rope and her body was visible from below. She was wearing a skirt and it was astray. Her thighs and panty were visible. Although nervous, I decided to stay there for a while and stare at her inner things. I slid my hand between the rope and touched her thigh with finger tips so as to make sure she does not wake up.. I know that she is surprised when I hand her bra to her. “Here, you can put this on … and you can put your top on too.” She starts to wipe off the drops of cum on her tits, but I say firmly, “Leave them there.”“Are you still upset with me?” she asks timidly as she puts on her clothing. I love watching her stuff her tits back into her bra.“No, I can’t say that I am really upset … but I am still a quite shocked at your actions this afternoon. I just need to figure out what should happen next and. "Remove the thong" I say. I snap some pics of her ass with my phone. It looks hot to the touch. "Stand her up" I bark again. She gets on her feet a little shaky. We embrace her in a kind of group hug, as we see tears streaming down her face. She has the look of bewilderment, a look I have often seen on your face after you recover from the raging endorphins that course through your blood when I chose to remind you of who I am - usually with a cane or a open hand. The bewilderment passes, and is. As he pulled me up the bed towards his waiting lips again, I felt completely at his mercy. He knew exactly what he wanted, and how to get it. That said though he was still a complete gent in understanding that ‘no’ means ‘no’. Those of you that know me know by now that I seldom do anal on the first meet, if ever! And given his passionate technique I thought it best to work up to that at a later date, and I am grateful that he was man enough not to pursue it! … Well, too much at least! Lol.