Hated him for what he was making me do, hated that he had offered such a paltry sum for a sex act that most of the women I knew wouldn’t even consid...er. Hated myself for allowing it. And then something happened. Something more than just an orgasm with a finger in my ass, although certainly tied to that moment. I realized that (even more than Alex, more than my inability to offer any meaningful resistance) the thing I had hated most was what I was becoming. I had hated the fact that his control. Claire really seemed to come into her own, she had been a shy tentative lover when we had first got together but during those those weeks of playful exploring I saw a whole new side to her. As her confidence improved so did our sex life. The next few weeks, exploring each other's bodies was absolute bliss. We couldn't keep our hands or mouths off of each other. I loved to 69 with her on top, I would bury my face in her gorgeous ass. Sucking on those pussy lips and licking her from clit to. What?" Steve groaned plaintively as he grabbed his cock and stroked it frantically."Zip it up. Someone's coming," she said.She went and stood just inside the door. Through the glass, she could see the bald head of a man slowly ascending the stairs. As he arose above the metal railing, she saw that he was an elderly man dressed in gray work clothes, carrying a bucket of cleaning supplies. He was startled and took a step back when he saw Maddie smiling at him. She twiddled her fingers in. Her lips reached out to mine and we met, kissing far beyond familial fondness. Like a viper, her tongue flicked out, passing my lips, pushing and creating a space between my teeth. My own tongue responded in kind. Her eyes were closed as her tits pressed proudly against my chest. I rubbed her smooth back.My mind temporarily flashed back to that frustrating day when I had rubbed her mother's back, only to be shot down. Forget that, I said to myself, you're not going to strike out tonight. In.