He removed his hand from under her skirt just long enough to take his drink and set it down on the bedside table.She stood up took a few sips of her o...n and unzipped her skirt letting it fall to the floor. I couldn’t help but look down to see that she wasn’t wearing panties, but revealing her already soaking wet pussy.I tried to speak out once more, but I had gone mute, physiologically I was already beaten.I wanted to go back downstairs instead of having to watch or listen, but again I was. However at times I feel like the teacher, showing my own rule of discipline and skills needed to be a better lover. Revealing the secrets I have acquired in my own sexual adventures, the ways of how I can move a thumb in a way to cause an abrupt and sudden shaking of the legs and the indescribable sensation that is an orgasm. Often times I feel like a Greek hero with gifted powers to combat and overtake a god, the colossus strength of Hercules able to withstand the overwhelming power of making. When I begged him to stop, he did. I felt guilty about depriving him of his pleasure, but it was a guilt I could live with. The guilt I felt now was totally different and I wasn’t sure I could live with that. I could rationalise it, I could look upon it as blackmail because effectively that’s what it was, but the problem was that I did enjoy it. I didn’t really want to do it but once he had me tied to that bed I felt powerless to resist and worse still I didn’t want to.I walked through the. What was that? she heard a female voice ask and it wasnt her sisters. That was me moaning what do you expect when I hear your sexy voice talk about licking my pussy? Lisa quietly walked down the hallway to her sisters door wondering why she didnt hear anything before. Well you better be careful you dont want Lisa to hear you. The voice sounded so familiar but she couldnt figure out who it was. Im in the backseat of the car in the garage she couldnt hear me out here now kiss me Holly please.