That's kind of what it felt like to me.In other words, whenever Ray would fuck me doggie style while we were watching porn video scenes together, I kn...w that what I was really doing was passively letting him use my vagina to pleasure himself in whatever way he wanted to, without any regard for my own feelings or desires.And thanks to my unique sexual preferences, that thought--in and of itself--was an incredible turn-on for me. Let's just say that my pussy never failed to stay sopping-wet. But this suggestion surprised me, more likely the attention did. I readily accepted and, of course, my parents thought it a "blessing" or some other kind of horseshit.It started with skirts...those jean skirts that they wear, short and you occasionally get a glimpse of of a pair of panties, just enough to get the cock hard but thats it. I swear, everything is a fucking cocktease. Who the hell ever came up with this shit? They should just make women walk naked everywhere, it'd make life. Quinn glared at her from her seat, Jessy fiddled nervously with a button on her blouse. Finally, Taggert sat back with a sigh, and removed the glasses which perched on the end of her nose, then began cleaning them one her skirt. "It seems, Quinn, that you have been a busy girl, down in the big city." Taggert looked at Jessy "Don't worry, Mrs. Davis. We'll keep her occupied, she'll not be trouble any longer." "You can't make me do shit." Taggert held up a hand to forestall Jessy's response. "No. He slid out from under the car and as soon as he saw it was me a smile spread across his face. As he stood up he told me Steve had mentioned I was bringing the car in. We then chatted as he lead me over to Steves office. As we walked into the office, Steve was on the phone talking to a client about their car. He raised his eyebrows at us in frustration. Craig then whispered he needed to go look at my car and left .. closing the door as he did. It was at that point I knew something was.