Even last night, his performance seriously hampered by alcohol, he had tried to begin a sex fantasy about me with our apparently hugely-endowed Jamaic...an window cleaner. If I’m honest, the fantasy had had quite a strong appeal for me too but, as I had expected, Pete had fallen asleep before we could get properly started.But even if he was genuinely interested, apart from the obvious disturbing issue of infidelity, there were so many other questions:What might it be like making love to someone. Kim told me that the baby was most likely Tim our math teacher or her very own brother Bill. I asked Kim just what she was going to do. Kim told me that her mom was going to make her give the baby up for adoption. Kim told me it was for the best as she was not ready for a kid yet. I asked her about school and she told me that she was going to take a test in April to get her GED. Kim also told me that her mom was sending her away to live with her aunt until she had the baby. That way no one in. She was unable to stop. I pushed her on the floor and slapped her across the face.‘ It's clear that you still need some more training slut. You don't want to go back to the bed do you?’‘ No, please, anything but that master’ she pleaded.‘Then you must learn to obey my commands the second I give them to you!’‘ Yes master, I'll be better I promise.’‘ Touch yourself’ I ordered.she moved her hand to her pussy and started playing with it. I gazed deep into her eyes, I could tell that she was finally. Whatever. But one day I got a big surprise. We were making out on her bed, fully-clothed in jeans and t-shirts. We were holding each other tight and rubbing together pretty good “down there,” as she always put it, and I was enjoying the dry hump as much as I could. She would give me access to her tits, so after awhile I pulled up her t-shirt, unhooked her bra, and started sucking on her nipples. After a bit of this she began to really pick up the intensity of how hard she rubbed her crotch.