RE: A Lesson in Babysitting
Jenna felt his grip on her tighten. Felt much more firmly that before as her body writhed in his grasp. His fingers were deliberate demonstrating an expertise she had never come across in her previous partners. Even the way he held her... captivated her physically and mentally. She knew she shoujld stop this; good girls didn't allow this kind of thing to happen. They didnt agree to this kind of behaviour. But she didn't want it to stop. She was far too aroused for her angels to shout down her demons. And as her body moved against him she began to feel the extent of Jake's arousal ... and that made her more excited still.
Then Jenna felt his grasp soften a little, felt him move her around slightly and she gave no resistance to it. And when he spoke, she felt it somewhere deep inside her. There was something about his voice. There was no aggression in it; he wasn't shouting. But it left her in no doubt as to who was in charge. And suddenly she became aware of how much that simple fact turned her on. Was this it? Was this what she had been missing from the relationships she had had before. And she did as she was told. She reached out her hands a little as she bent forward, resting them on the cold lacquered surface of the desk, whimpering softly and letting her head hang, craving the return of his touch.
Jenna felt his grip on her tighten. Felt much more firmly that before as her body writhed in his grasp. His fingers were deliberate demonstrating an expertise she had never come across in her previous partners. Even the way he held her... captivated her physically and mentally. She knew she shoujld stop this; good girls didn't allow this kind of thing to happen. They didnt agree to this kind of behaviour. But she didn't want it to stop. She was far too aroused for her angels to shout down her demons. And as her body moved against him she began to feel the extent of Jake's arousal ... and that made her more excited still.
Then Jenna felt his grasp soften a little, felt him move her around slightly and she gave no resistance to it. And when he spoke, she felt it somewhere deep inside her. There was something about his voice. There was no aggression in it; he wasn't shouting. But it left her in no doubt as to who was in charge. And suddenly she became aware of how much that simple fact turned her on. Was this it? Was this what she had been missing from the relationships she had had before. And she did as she was told. She reached out her hands a little as she bent forward, resting them on the cold lacquered surface of the desk, whimpering softly and letting her head hang, craving the return of his touch.