One year later again we met again at her home. When she dit open the door i notes she whas wearing a thin shining tan nylons. Later i ficured that it ...wear stayup stockings. I notes to she at some wrinkles around her eyes but not so muchs. When we sit. She started to talk and told me that she needed to put on that tan nylon stocking couse she get some small wrinkles at her knees. And she told me the last half year she have ageing a lot badly. But i told her she still look at her 52 yrs still. Jason pulled his cock partially back before shoving it fully into her and again bumped into her cervix. “Umph!” Jane grunted again and hugged Jason. “Go ahead Jason. I think you can move in me now.” He began giving her slow but full strokes with his nine inch cock. “Umph, umph, umph umph.” She grunted with each deep thrust of the cock that had opened her pussy. He firmly bumped her cervix with each inward thrust. Jane had indeed been ready to give her cherry. In a short time, she was. Chapter 2: John Michael Matheson was born in November 8, 1955 to Mike and Muriel Matheson of Burnaby, British Columbia. When he graduated from High School, he was a full fledged ‘geek’, an A student with an interest in almost anything in the physical sciences. He was never considered an athlete but a few who knew him were aware he was an avid skier with a penchant for reckless speed and a better-than-average middle distance runner. His disguises were the ‘Clark Kent’ horn-rimmed glasses he was. It was wonderful. I carried her to the bedroom, put her in bed and covered her over.Did she learn her lesson? The lesson taught by a cruel master to a poor, little sex slave?Before I fell asleep, I felt her hand on my cock and the touch of her lips on my ear.“How long was I chained down there?” she whispered.“An hour and a half.”“Next time, let’s go for two hours,” she said with a giggle, snuggling up against me.“Andy, how am I supposed to punish you if you always enjoy it?”“Your disapproval.