It came with the territory. She was a Professor at a prestigious university, teaching courses in political science. Up until now, she’d done all the...right things. Gone to the best schools, graduated at the top of her class, met all the right people and kept her reputation above reproach. She’d married into money and given birth to two perfect, blonde, blue eyed, kids, just like her… And then she’d met me. I was her Achilles’ heel she’d tell me from time to time. Usually it was while putting her. I knew that Rebecca must be performing oral sex on him. There were others in the room making louder noises then R & R, so I thought I’d try to get closer to them. I quietly moved on my hands and knees to their area, until I realized I was right next to them. In the total darkness, I could not see a thing, but could make out the sound of a sloppy blow job being done very close to me. Then I hear movement on their mattress and I wondered what was going on. But I figured out the Ron was. Her heaving freckled breasts heaved with her flaring nostrils, and had red marks on them that nearly matched the colour of her hair. Ayla cringed as her stepfather, Steve, walked in front of the keyhole on the other side of the door."That ball-gag will keep you quiet now, slut. What do you want your darling little daughter to wake up and see what kind of a whore you really are?" Ayla watched as he struck her mother's breasts with a bunch of leather strips. She nearly got up to phone the police,. I was shy, as scared of girls as a man who couldn't swim was of diving in the deep end of a swimming pool! Years of rejections when I was fat and a fast-food junkie had set up a lack of belief that was hard to shake. Even with my new physique - and it had taken six months of a very strict diet and exercise plan to get this far - I couldn't get over my timid nature or the scornful comments and teasing laughter that came naturally from every girl I managed to work up the courage to approach.In.