Just as suddenly as he started, he slammed on the brakes. We were parked on a trail in the woods, far from the view of the road. My heart started poun...ding, fear snaking through my stomach. After all, I had just met him. What if he was a serial killer? “I’m not, baby, I promise,” he said, confirming that "yes", I had indeed just spoken aloud. He reached across the seat and scooped me up, putting me on his lap. My knees were on either side of his hips, and my dripping wet panties were hovering. Nothing more was said about babysitting or holidays that night and I left all the more exciting for the next few weeks. That all changed exactly two weeks after that night, I had just got home from school having not been to Derek's that day and my Mom said that she wanted to talk to me; We sat down after dinner and she said that she and my Dad were going to go on holiday for a week but that I wasn't allowed to come, something about it being a work trip and not suitable for children. Then it. I wasn’t sure if he ever saw me naked, until that day.It was a semester break. I told my parents and I went to my neighbour’s home to play with the dog. I used to wear a single piece sundress when I am in home. I went to Rahul’s home wearing that which would reveal my cleavage if I bent down and my thighs too.While I was playing I saw Rahul coming out from the bathroom with just a towel. I couldn’t help but take a peek at his tall and muscular body. His whole body was dripping wet. I wished I. I have dropped hints to the wife that I would make love to her and eat her, that I would be submissive and allow her to tie me up and force me to do whatever she wished of me etc…One Monday morning my wife went around to her friend’s house to hang out and chat, as women do, they talk about everything, trust me I know, most of my wife’s best friends know the size of my cock and how long I can go for, which I am not complaining about as I am quite proud of my bedroom ethics, My Mrs started to.