Chapter 3

Uther and Mrs. Naismith at the Motel

Suddenly the teen’s belly growled, “So, um, can we order a pizza?”

“Food? I thought you were hungry for sex,” Elaine Naismith smiled seductively, and then nodded her head.

“Oh, we’re just getting started,” Uther replied, knowing he had a few more times left in him.

“Fuck all! I love the recovery time of you young men,” she said, stroking his still stiffened member as he speed dialed for a pizza on his cell phone.

“If I get hard again before I eat,” he informed her, testing the waters, “the next hole I take is your ass.”

“Is that a promise?” Elaine smiled, thinking teenagers were so gullible. She would distract him when push came to shove.

“A one hundred percent guarantee,” the lean but athletic youth smiled; delighted that she wasn’t reneging on her promise of no holes barred. “Pizza should be here in twenty minutes,” Uther said looking at her body strewn out wantonly on the bed beside him.

“Would you like a cocktail first?” He inquired facetiously, then snapped his fingers and pointed to his twitching cock.

The adulterant woman smirked, “Does that work with your teenage sluts?”

“It works for all the sluts who want my cock,” he shot back confidently.

“Who else have you... ? I mean older women, not high school tramps.”

“No names, Mrs. Naismith, but there are two others.”

“And that’s why you have such advanced skills?”

He laughed and answered with a slight sneer in his voice. “Yes, you could say that I’ve been carefully taught.”

“Well,” she replied, “I’d like to thank the one who taught you to stay hard so fuckin’ long.”

“That’d be me, Mrs. Naismith. Oh, I was told what and how a woman likes it; but I figured out that if I was going to satisfy them, or her as it turns out, that I had better hold off fo a bit. So, and please forgive me for doing this while we’re fucking, but I try solving math problems.”

“You’re thinking about formulas while we’re fucking?”

“Not the entire time, Mrs. Naismith. Only until you start to reach your climax, then I open up and do my best to come with you.”

“Strange...” Elaine said thoughtfully. “Oh, sorry ... I’m not mad or anything. I—I’m glad you do it; it—it’s just so different, but hey, it works fine, so let’s continue doing it. I’m happy with you, very happy, Uther.”

That said, Elaine dropped to her knees and took his cock back in her mouth for the second time, for she truly loved the feel of his big, spongy head in her mouth. It was not only full of promise, Uther delivered. He had already proved himself capable of that having fucked her twice in addition to her fellating him as her opening act. The young man’s pre-cum was so sweet it was almost unbearable she thought as he moaned softly while his strong hand’s—so much stronger than her husband, tightly gripped her ass cheeks, pulling her backside holes open as his mouth sought out her newly insatiable cunt.

She groaned around the mouthful of thick penis as Uther’s lips found and closed on her clit. After another fifteen minutes of sucking, fingering and stroking Uther’s cell rang to announce the pizza guy was waiting outside with their pizza. Uther pulled on a pair of soccer shorts and opened the door and accepted the pie, giving the delivery man a twenty and telling him to keep the change. It was her money after all, and he could care less about tipping generously.

Then he crawled back into bed with her to finish her off before enjoying his pizza.

Gary and Daphne Interrupted

Gary nervously watched as Daphne worked his semi-erect cock ready before asking, “Do you have any lube?”

“In my purse,” she answered.

“Go get it, I want to fuck you in ass now,” he said with authority.

“You’re awfully bossy, Gary, I’ll play your game, but you’ll play mine too. I want you to fuck me in every room of this house,” she countered, standing up.

“That is a wish I think I can grant,” he grinned, thinking how surreal it would be to fuck her on the dining room table where she ate with her family or her mother’s bed or on the couch downstairs where they were sitting watching porn.

When she returned, Daphne handed him the lube and asked, “Where do you want to do it?”

He pointed to the kitchen and said, “Bend over the kitchen counter.”

Daphne shuffled into the kitchen and leaned over the counter and stared down at the faucet on the sink in front of her while Gary generously lubed her asshole and his erection.

Another first, he thought then considered the fact that it was Daphne who’d suggested doing it, and decided to risk asking her why.

“So tell me, Daph, why your ass?”

“Duh, I thought you’d have figured that one out.”

“I haven’t, so why?”

“I’ve blown you and fucked you, and according to my count that leaves me with one hole still cherry. Besides I think you’ll do a decent job of it.”

“Okay, I’ll try my best to make it a good one.”

“Just take your time.”

He reset his position behind her, used both hands to spread her cheeks and slowly pushed the tip of his cock against her anus.

To his surprise it slipped in and while tight met almost no resistance. That was because Daphne had purchased a butt plug through the mail and had worn it for several hours prior to meeting Gary. Gary of course, knew nothing of her strategy and thought he was doing a terrific job of taking her asshole cherry.

Daphne moaned, “So far so good, Gary, just take it easy now.”

“Christ you know you’re really tight back there.”

“Are you saying my pussy ain’t tight?”

“No---no, nothin’ like that! I mean, shit, your pussies tight, baby; but your bunghole is even tighter. It’s like you’ve got me in your fist, you know, clenched tight-like. So like that’s the difference.”

She wanted to laugh at him for being so stupid. But she did like him. He treated her better than her last two boyfriends; then again they were Korean and had no idea of how to treat a girl, especially a girl who put out for them.

“Well, baby you’re doing good. You feel good in there, and it doesn’t hurt much at all. So I guess you’re doing it right.”

Minutes later Gary was easing in and out of her with no trouble at all.

“That’s it, baby, that’s it, fuck that ass!”

He slapped her ass and she shrieked with joy. So he slapped her again and kept at it because she obviously liked it.

“You’re a bigger slut than I thought you were,” he gasped, for he was pounding furiously at her at this point.

“And, ugh ... your cock is even bigger than I imagined,” she countered, “and I imagine it a LOT.”

Gary struggled to his feet and in a display of his strength, picked her up and stood her in front of him while firmly embedded in her anus.

“Oh ... WOW! I never...”

“Shut up and walk over to that chair.”

She complied and balanced herself by laying both palms on the seat of the chair just as he raised her legs off the floor. She wrapped them around the tops of his knees.

“You’re all I think about, Daph ... all day long I stay hard thinking about your face, mouth, tits and pussy.”

She laughed lewdly and said, “Now you’ll be thinking about this ass too, won’t cha?”

“You know I will,” he said, breathing heavily as he continued to fuck away at her.

“Come on, Baby, fuck the shit out of me!”

Gary had to pause for he was laughing at the absurdity of her comment. But as soon as he recovered he grabbed her hips and began slamming into her.

“Oh God, YESSSSS,” she screamed, as he was fully into her with each forceful stroke.

“Like this?” He asked.

“Fucking love it,” she replied, “You’ve made me your ass slut.”

“Gary continued to slam into her for another minute or so, and then Daphne called an abrupt halt.

“Stop. Stop for a minute!”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, but ... um, can I ride you?”

“Sure,” he said, and curious as to what she had in mind, he pulled out and curiouser still, examined his penis for shit stains but found none.

Daphne pushed him onto a kitchen chair, turned her back to him then facing away from him, straddled his legs and asked, “Can you hold me up?”

“Sure I can,” he replied. She put her feet on his legs while he held her waist, and lowered herself onto his stiffened cock, taking it, all of it, amazingly enough back in her tight little ass.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck,” she screamed, as his manhood disappeared in her ass again, creating a whole new series of sensations for both of them.

Within a minute Gary felt himself roiling, while Daphne furiously rubbed her clit, and then began screaming: “Holy Shit ... I’m cumming!” This caused Gary to explode, filling her anal cavity with his sperm.

He held her firmly as the orgasm coursed through her. When she was done Daphne slid off, turned on the floor, between Gary’s legs and took the cock that was just up her ass in her mouth. The act was so hot, so dirty, and so sexy, that he grew hard again.

“Keep sucking, Beautiful!” He croaked.

She obeyed looking even more beautiful with her cheeks puffed from his probing cock waiting to catch his next ejaculate.

“Gonna cum all over that face of yours,” he moaned.

Daphne sucked harder.

She stopped momentarily to say, “So cum all over this slut’s face!”

“Gonna fuck you naked on your front lawn in broad daylight!” He groaned.

As that thought reached her brain Daphne came hard. That causing Gary to ejaculate in her mouth and although she did try to direct his final squirts to her face, he lacked sufficient sperm this time and (No pun intended) petered out.

Wanting to please him, Daphne spit what there was of his load into the palm of her hand and wiped it over her face, accomplishing to some extent what she’d asked him to do.

This somehow pleased both of them.

Then the doorbell rang.

Daphne froze.

Gary shrugged nervously and managed to ask, “Who could that be?”

When Daphne remained wide-eyed next to him, Gary nudged her and said, “You should probably get that.”

“I can’t ... I’m a mess, just look at me.”

He looked at his sperm smeared all over her face and stood up, slipped his pants on and went to the front door. He glanced back before opening it and saw her scampering upstairs to her room.

Fuck it, he thought and opened the door.

A twentyish Chinese-American male stood there gawking at him.

“Who the fuck are you?” He said more puzzled than shocked.

“I’m Gary, and you are?”

“Where’s Daphne?” He said, ignoring Gary’s question.

“I asked you first. Answer me or I’ll slam this door in your face.”

“I’m Dexter Lubrican, I live here,” the visitor said putting his foot in the door in the event Gary tried to close it.

“Where’s Daphne?” he inquired almost immediately after giving his name.

“I’m right here, Dexter!” Daphne said, causing both men to turn. She had taken the momentary respite to don a robe from the bathroom.

Gary paused and that was enough to allow Dexter to rush past him into the living room.

“Who is this guy?” Both men yelled at Daphne at almost the same time.

“Um, well I suppose...” she began then meekly introduced them. Dexter this is Gary. Gary, Dexter’s my cousin.”

“Would that be a kissing cousin, Daph?”

Lubrican laughed then said, “You fuckin’ him, Daphne?”

“What if I am?” She shot back defiantly.

Turning to Gary, he said proudly, “I copped her cherry, and taught her to suck cock.”

“The fuck you did. I did!” Gary shouted angrily.

Both men directed their next words to Daphne.

“Tell him!” both said authoritatively.

“Yeah, tell me. Is he full of shit, or what? Gary said as he clenched his fists.

Not wanting a brawl, yet thrilled beyond words at having the two ready to fight over her, Daphne threw up her and shouted, “Okay—okay! He’s my cousin and he’s been fucking me since I was fourteen!”

Gary whirled on Dexter, but before he could throw a punch, Daphne added, “I wanted him too fuck me, Gary. I swear to God, I wanted him too!”

Both males were ready to fight, but Daphne disarmed them by dropping the robe she wore to the floor and presenting her nude body to them as if it was a trophy.

Dexter recovered first. “Get that skinny ass of yours on the coffee table ... NOW!”

Three seconds later, Daphne was sprawled across the glass table, belly down and ass up, with both Gary and Dexter looking at her in amazement. A broad smile appeared on Dexter’s face as he turned to Gary and said, “I’d let you go first but from the size of her asshole I’d say you’ve just plugged her there.

“Yeah, so what?” Gary said challengingly.

“Nothing, but I’m assuming you can stand a minute or so to recharge. So I suggest that I take her next. Should be easy if you filled her up back there.”

“Check her face, she’s wearing a lot of it there,” Gary sneered.

To his surprise, Dexter did just that, and although Daphne had tried wiping her face when Gary answered the door, she hadn’t enough time to do a thorough job. There was enough cum still drying on her face to prove Gary’s point.

Dexter inquired almost tauntingly, “Ready Cuz?”

“Yeah, bring it on, motherfucker!” she answered defiantly, knowing Gary was there and would protect her from him if he got too rough.

“Wrong choice, bitch. It’s cousin-fucker, not motherfucker! Now reach back and hold it open for me,” he said gloatingly grinning back at Gary.

Daphne reached both arms back and spread her buttocks open. “Good girl,” Her cousin said spitting on his hand and rubbing the saliva on his cock before pushing it against her twitching sphincter. Grabbing her from the hips, he pulled her violently back.

“Ow—Ow, you fucker, that hurts!” she cried, despite the pleasure she felt as he parted the inner recesses of her rectum.

“Shut the fuck up, you know you like it rough,” Dexter said, winking at Gary as he uttered the words. Not hearing any further complaint from Daphne, Gary knew he was right. She did like it rough.

Dexter began to fuck the squirming Asian-American teen, who continued her moaning and squirming as his cock dug deeper into her anus. The feeling of Gary’s prior ejaculate running over his cock as it left her ass was strange and not entirely erotic, but the feeling of her desperately clenching anal muscles squeezing him in was incredible. Her muscles were trying their best to squeeze him out, but to no avail.

“It seems you like having your ass plowed,” Gary said to the moaning Daphne. Then directing his next comment to Dexter, added, “She had a butt plug in her when I showed up. So there’s no question but that she wanted to be ass fucked.”

“Did she now?” Dexter grinned. Then he began a more rapid fucking cadence, setting Daphne’s wobbling ass cheeks to reverberate against one another as she reached her point of no return and climaxed as he continued pounding away at her.

“Slow the fuck down,” Gary said. “I’m joining in!”

“What ... what the fuck?”

“I’m gonna get underneath her.”

Gary yanked down his shorts, freeing his cock. Dexter glanced at him, not saying a word, but impressed with Gary’s solid eight inch dong.

Gary lay down on the floor, and pulled Daphne on top of him. Dexter swore as his cock popped out of her asshole, and a gush of Gary’s previous sperm spurted out onto the coffee table.

“Put it back in there,” Gary laughed, as Dexter finally understood what Gary was doing; which amounted to pulling Daphne’s hips closer to him and sinking his cock into her pussy.

“Ohhhh ... fuck yeah!” She shrieked happily. “You’re doubling me!”

“Fuck yeah!” Dexter yelled; elated at having found a partner in plundering his whoring cousin he readjusted his position and half kneeling in an awkward position, sank his cock into Daphne’s gaping asshole. She didn’t complain at all.

Gary was silent. His face grew red because he was holding his breath, but his hips were moving. All of a sudden he felt Dexter’s cock through Daphne’s anal walls. It was unmistakable. Don’t look down, he thought and his thrusting slowed dramatically as he thought about his cock rubbing against that of his opponent, Lubrican.

‘Yeah, yeah,’ said Dexter, reaching up and brushing the hair out of Daphne’s face. ‘You’re getting stuffed, and it’s not Thanksgiving.”

Gritting his teeth, Gary let a moan escape. He didn’t know it, but his face was contorted in lust, looking almost sorrowful as his heart thundered in his chest.

Lubrican was thinking about the cock contact as well, Fuck ... this dude’s dick is almost touching mine, it’s like he’s jerking me off as I fuck Daph’s ass. He just might make me cum. Now wouldn’t that be something?

Daphne was moaning incoherently now, completely lost to pleasure.

Gary couldn’t take it any longer and began fucking her harder even though his cock kept slipping out of her slushy cunt. He just stuck it back in and started humping again.

Dexter couldn’t hold off. The tightness of his cousin’s ass and the feel of Gary’s cock against his own sent him over the edge. “I’m cumming,” he whispered hoarsely, but he had already started. His balls were emptying their load and he was helpless to stop it.

“Ahh, fuckkk,” Gary groaned as he shot his load into Daphne’s pussy.

Dexter’s eyes rolled back in his skull. His cock was still twitching, still shooting, and Daphne’s ass clenched after each spasm.

“Fuck ... Fuck ... Fuck,” Daphne moaned deliriously as she came, as she would claim later, from the heat of their respective loads. At any rate, the pleasure from it lasted quite a while leaving her body trembling, shaking, and profusely wet from sweating heavily.

“I---I’ve never ... been that turned on before, guys. That was terrific!”

Gary sighed as he got to his feet. Dexter was snoring peacefully.

“One-shot wonder,” he chuckled softly.

Daphne groaned, “Look at me. I’m a fuckin’ mess.”

Gary did look at her. Her holes were oozing cum. Resigned; he nudged her with his foot. “But you’re alive? I mean you feel great, am I right?”

“Mmmm, but look at me”

“Well I’ve seen you look better, but it’s more how you feel than how you look at the moment. I mean, if you were just getting started I’d agree with you, but you just finished a double penetration, soooo, what the fuck, Daph?”

Gary was showered and dressed when Dexter woke up. They shook hands and vowed to double Daphne again sometime, but neither one actually meant it.

Gary headed home as Dexter was shoving his newly risen cock into his cousin’s willing mouth, already thinking about how he might get into his sister’s pants.

Trudy replays her night with Mrs. Bronwen

Trudy arrived home and went straight to her room after telling her mother everything went well; she had no problem with the three-year old she babysat.

In her room she stripped and donned a flimsy nightie that she had bought at Victoria’s Secret several weeks earlier. It was her favorite article of clothing at the time, for she was able to pose before her mirror and imagine herself as a provocative woman of mystery; and it also made her breasts appear bigger than they actually were.

Eventually she lay down on her bed and closed her eyes as she recalled the smell of Mrs. Bronwen---no, she should call her Ann—Ann Arbor. Then she called up the image of Ann Arbor’s blonde, shoulder length hair and her soft, soft lips as they pressed against her own. Trudy moaned as she sensed herself growing wet and without realizing it reached between her legs to touch herself.

A smile crossed her face as the fourteen-year-old recalled the thrilling shock of being caught masturbating by an almost nude woman. It was almost like being in a movie, she thought, then giggled, for she had been watching a movie at the time—a porno movie at that. But seeing her standing there in garter-belt stockings and heels and nothing else was stunning. It was a movie star-like entrance. And when she’d touched her that first time; the woman’s fingernails scraping the length of her arm then moving on to caress the back of her neck... Trudy shuddered at the recollection---and moved a second finger into her overheated twat.

I knew exactly what she wanted from the moment I saw her standing there. Did I ever pause to think whether I wanted to go along with it? No, I wanted it as much as she did. I’d be lying if I thought otherwise. And boy oh boy, did I ever enjoy it! I loved every moment and to be honest, I can’t wait to get back there and do it again!

Her fingers were in no hurry as they stirred her tight little honey pot. She had all night, didn’t she? Trudy told herself and giggled lewdly.

So where do I stand now sex wise? I’ve touched my brother’s penis, and may have inadvertently done the same with Rachel’s pussy. Aw, that doesn’t count. But you have masturbated with both of them, and ... and all that pales with what you did tonight with Mrs. Bronwen. What was it that Mom said when she gave the ‘talk’? Abstinence is necessary because I’m too young to control ... what was it? Oh ... my urges and desires. Hormones running wild ... make me an easy target for someone older to take advantage of. Someone like Mrs. Bronwen?

Trudy moaned as her climax neared. She was thinking of Ann Arbor’s lush body and her magnificent mouth, and then the woman’s image faded only to be replaced by her brother’s body---not so much his face, but his penis. It loomed large over her face, and as she rubbed furiously at her clit she imagined him penetrating her pussy as she came, harder than she had with Mrs. Bronwen.

Whoa, she thought as the tremors abated. You’re thinking some serious shit, Trude. Incestuous shit for sure. Then Trudy began an argument with herself for and against the idea of incest with her brother.

He’s a perv. He’s got a girlfriend he’s already fucking. Other girls at school drool over him, so I’m not crazy thinking he’s hot. He’d do me in a minute if I let him. I’ve got him under my thumb for what he did to me and again for catching him jerking off outside Mom’s bedroom. Do I want to let him off the hook? If we did it, what then? What if we get caught? What if I get pregnant? Why not some other dude at school? Well that’s easy. No one’s come onto you, other than the occasional hallway grope. There haven’t been any parties like they talked about in the 7^th and 8^th grades. I’d have heard by now, the way those bitches talk about everything.

Still thinking about how and when she would give up her virginity, Trudy fell asleep.

Rachel flashes Miles.

The following Monday Rachel arrived at school early, having caged a ride from her step-brother Willie Tamarack. She had dressed accordingly to her plan to see if Mr. Naismith wanted her virginity in her newest dress, a mostly black sun dress with a white collar, and a new pair of black and white shoes. She was also going commando---meaning without panties or thong. After assuring herself there were no on-lookers about, Rachel sat down by the school’s fountain and practiced sitting so that Mr. Naismith would have a clear view up her dress that was denied to the others in the room.

Trudy caught up with her in Homeroom before their first class. “He was nominated for another award.”

“Who was?” Rachel asked, already having heard the news from Alexis Siefert as they entered Homeroom together.

“Your lover,” Trudy giggled.

“He’s not my lover, Trudy. Stop it!”

Miles old boy, he thought as he stood admiring himself in the school men’s room mirror, you’re still a babe magnet. His blue eyes, chiseled features, and buff six-foot frame guaranteed that. Thank goodness for good genes and a good gym, he mused.

He touched up a loose stand of hair and thought about Miss Bea Haven. Her loss, there’s plenty of women to choose from. Elaine will come around too. I may have neglected her a little too much. Some sweet talk and a good fucking will change her attitude soon enough.

Naismith was outside the door of his office when she arrived. Rachel said hello to another older and prettier girl with long blond hair who was just leaving. She was jealous of the fact that she wasn’t the first student to see him that morning, and didn’t like that about herself.

“How was your week-end, Rachel?” Miles Naismith asked as he held the door open for her.

“It was uneventful,” she answered. But I met the man of my dreams in a bookstore, she said to herself.

The door closed and he guided her to her chair, a hand at the small of her back. Rachel made a mental note to attempt describing the effect that touch has on a woman---it was just a finger at the base of her spine. In her mind she stopped, turned and reached for his shoulders. He drew her against him, both hands now at the small of her back, pressing her midriff against his own. After the kiss, the passionate kiss they both wanted, they let each other go. Naismith laughed.

Rachel bit her lip. God, I want you. She thought as she sat down some eight feet from where he sat on the edge of his desk.

I’m gonna do it! She decided and did. Slouching down in her seat, Rachel spread her legs so that her black and white dress rose up several inches and she made certain she had his attention by asking if there was time for her to go to the girl’s room.

Of course he looked up from his reading material and had and unimpeded view of her exposed pussy. His face froze.

Rachel, past the point of no return immediately regretted what she’d done and felt faint. She had the wherewithal to close her legs and clasped her hands together willing herself to be calm.

Mr. Naismith caught himself fast. “Can it wait, Rachel? What I have to say won’t take long.”

Buoyed by his composed demeanor, she replied, “I guess it can wait, Mr. Naismith.”

Naismith walked slowly to his office door and closed it.

“Have I done something wrong, Mr. Naismith?” she asked, innocently.

He laughed sharply. “I don’t know how to say this Miss Ross,” he said formally as he returned to his desk. He wanted to say, what the fuck is wrong with you, flashing your twat at me? But teachers aren’t allowed to say such things to students. Instead, he cleared his throat, and said bluntly: “You think you can taunt me and get away with it?”

She had no idea how to respond to that without making matters worse. Her face turned beet red and her hands clutched at the sides of her chair to prevent her entire body from shaking with the fear she felt.

“I---I---I’m having some female problems and---and...”

“I don’t want to hear about your ‘female problems, we have a nurse here for that. If you find it necessary to visit her please do so.”

“No—no, I think—I think I’ll be all right until---until we finish here.”

He smiled and said, “Let’s try to hurry things along then, shall we?” He looked at the door, then walked over to it and reopened it.

Rachel was crushed at that. It must have shown on her face, because when he came back and sat down on the edge of his desk, he said softly: “I meant to tell you earlier. There’s a spot opening on the debate team next week. Mary J. Gandmar is leaving school, and there’s an opening on our debating team.”

So it WAS true Mary was pregnant, and beginning to show!

Rachel smiled uncertainly, and nodded. “The Debate Club? Me ... are you kidding?”

I didn’t know ... um, you coached it.”

Mr. Naismith nodded. “Along with Miss Bea Haven, yes. We alternate weeks.”

Ohmigod the club travels ... all over the state. Overnighters ... with Mr. Naismith. Ohmigod!

“We travel around the state, with two chaperones of course; would that be a problem? I mean will your parents object?”

Rachel’s heartbeat shot up to a million beats a minute. “No ... at least I don’t think so, but can I think about it?” she asked.

He nodded and smiled. “Of course, just let me know next week.”

Rachel thought: I’ll let you know right now if I can jump your bones Mr. Naismith! YES! YES! YES!

Mr. Naismith cleared his throat. “Now, I have a lot of tests to grade, Miss Ross. Why don’t you run along home?”

As she got up to leave, he added: “And I’m sorry to hear about your problem. You take care of that, okay?”

Rachel stood there looking dumb for a good two seconds before remembering ‘her problem.’ She promptly replied, “Yes. Yes, sir, Mr. Naismith, no problem there.”

He nodded and smiled, then put his mind to grading his papers. Rachel stood at her desk, and feeling stupid said: “I was wondering, um, I have homework to do, and my Dad’s running late. Do you think I could, like, do my homework here?”

He didn’t look up. “Go right ahead. Just be quiet.”

She assured him she would. But was anything but! She shifted about in her seat, opened and closed her legs constantly, made one unnecessary sound after another to draw his attention to her again. She stopped short of fingering her pussy, although the urge was strong.