"Steve was watching Nytoya's eyes as he spoke. If he understood the situation, Nytoya needed to be used and humiliated, but he was sure that there wer...e limits he couldn't push past. If he tried, either she'd refuse, and expect punishment he was loathe to give, or worse, she'd submit but then resent it, and lose whatever benefit she got from the relationship.Nytoya was obviously being aroused by the shame of blowing him in front of his soon-to-be wives, and the prospect of being forced to go. There was no way to stop them. Finally she begged to Ayize to stop the harassment. His answer was shocking and so sad. He told her that her husband Bernard is not enough man to protect her and that's the reason for it. Also they were just k**s and she shouldn't take them serious and the c***dren see how her husband is inadequate to protect her and they have fun of it. Then he told that she needs a real man to avoid from all troubles. She was shocked and confused and she went back home with a. You’re nice to me.” She told me, a quiet confidence in her voice.I wasn’t sure how nice to her I had been. Really, all I had ever done was simply not try to bully her… I guess sometimes the only thing you need to do to be nice, was to not be an asshole.From that day on we were inseparable. I picked her up from her house every morning and we walked to school together. We met up and walked home together. We hung out after school at her place, and at my place on the weekends. It was a little weird. With her eyes closed, she could imagine Jimmy’s dick inside her. Her fingers slide more easily as the juices flowed. She felt dizzy as she came closer to coming, then she exploded in utter ecstasy. This was so much better than what her boy friends ever did. Imagine what Jimmy could do as they both explored their stocking fetish together. Then she looked up through her wide-open nylon-covered legs—there was Jimmy standing in the doorway, slipping off his pants and walking toward her. He had no.