I stepped forward and turned until Paul was backed against my desk. “You do seem stressed a lot Paul.” He sat on the desk and I cupped his jaw in ...my hand, turning his face toward mine. “I want to help you release some of that pent up pressure.” My hand moved down to rest on his torso. My heart started pumping faster and I felt my pulse in ever part of my body as I continued, “If I do something to make you feel really good, will you promise to keep it between us?” and my fingers softly trailed. So we took our four days in my cabin and made the most of them. We had to fend off reporters in droves; with Sam and Marilyn driving, and with Camilla's famous photo as fuel, our incarceration had stayed well up in the news, and when the media learned we'd been released the phone calls started coming. A carload of enterprising reporters actually found their way to my cabin one afternoon. We were polite, we were pleasant, and we were boring. They'd thought we'd heard or seen something, it turned. " I start trying to get the safety belt un-buckledbut it won't budge."Mommy can't I wait in the car? I don't want to go in there dressed likea little girl, everyone will tease me." I still try to get the safetybelt un-buckled, but it is not moving while I am talking to mommy.I notice mommy opening the side door of the minivan staring at me tryingto get the safety belt un-done. "Look at you sweetie, you look like anyother four-year-old girl. I can't leave you in the car alone. I will betaken. It wasn’t long before the head of my hard cock passed my lips for the very first time. I could swirl my tongue around the head just like you see in any good porn. It was exciting to taste my pre cum directly from the source. Soon I could feel my cock resting against my face so licking the shaft was also incorporated. I’ll never forget the feeling of my pre cum dripping against the tip of my nose during those first few sessions in the basement of that house. The early sessions required constant.