This stranger showed her things that her upbringing told her were wrong and dirty, leading to something that should only be done after marriage.Her tr...in of thought, which threatened to undo everything she had started, suddenly derailed as she felt Adams hand slide down the inside of her panties and begin to gently rub her mound. She gave up all hope of thought as his hard rough fingers slid over the thick, soft hair between her legs, rubbing a slick wetness around. At first she thought that. We were both already fully aware of what we wanted and where this train wreck was going, so there was no sense in trying to hold back. I pounded myself into her over and over again, pushing the desk back with damn near every thrust. In a voice that was supposed to be a lot quieter than what it really was, she told me, “That’s it you mother fucker, pound my wet pussy! God I want to fill you cum in me! Fuck yeah, that’s it Oh my God, damen your prick is tearing me up! Oh shit cum in me. “Hey, don’t take it personally, I was just teasing.” She got up off the bed. “Here, let’s get a little more comfortable, shall we?”The young boy’s heart actually skipped a beat as Mathilda pulled her tight dress over her head and dropped it to the floor, leaving her standing totally nude. “Like what you see?”Instinctively, Jude turned away the moment he caught a glimpse of Mathilda’s nakedness, but the young servant girl merely giggled at his shyness.“It’s okay, little Lord, there’s no need to. That is part of her thrill,her need. And, to tell you the truth, being humiliated and laughed at, isnot fun. Even if no one knows that you, a man, are wearing a bra underyour sweatshirt, you know it. You feel it. You know that your wife,mother, sister, daughter, girlfriend has made you wear it. You can't getover your shame. But you can get used to it. You can come to a pointwhere the shame and the humiliation become part of you and of what youwant. That point has come over this past year.I am.