“Next time maybe you’ll go long enough that I can cum, too,” she said.“There won’t be a next time,” I said. My penis was still lodged insi...de her. I was soft, but she was so tight that I was still in her grip, so to speak. “You’re fifteen. It would be insane to risk getting pregnant.”“Can I tell you what scares me the most of all?”“Okay,” I said, expecting her to talk about having to walk around with a distended belly and having to have help getting up off a couch, or maybe the unknown terror of. ”“That’s what I’m here for,” I grinned.She held my gaze, a little bit too long. Then she said: “Can I try this one?”“Of course you can.”Mila sat down on the nearest bed, a queen size with tall corner posts, as she had wanted. She bounced up and down a few times, then lay back on the soft white quilt.“It’s lovely,” she said, closing her eyes.“Would you like a pillow?”“Oh yes please, sweetie.”Blushing a little, I grabbed one from the adjacent bed and put it next to her. As I leant over the bed,. Sit on the edge of the bed. Spread your legs apart.”She did just as I said and I put my left hand there, feeling her pubes just above her pussy. I reached up with both hands and spread her pussy open. I saw two holes and asked which one she peed from. She pointed to the top one. I felt all around her pussy and then put my finger in, in the hole below the pee hole. She jumped.I said, “Are you OK? Did I hurt anything?”“No,” she said, “it just felt really good.” Then, she said, “I’d better go.”I. His face was red, but it was impossible to tell if it was from anger or from excitement. He lifted the chain free of the coat-rack.“Come, bitch..”She had to follow him, down the hall, into a large kitchen. He was still holding on to the chain, so she really had no option.“Lie down, bitch...”Amelie was quick to lie down, face down on the small dinner-table, feet still on the floor. He brought her hands behind her head and held them there. She was expecting some sort of punishment, either a flat.