No one will touch you or pressure unless you give consent. You followed me to my room and I have done nothing to you. And will not unless you say you ...want it to happen.”Pam spoke “What you have told us is making, I know mine is, head spin. The different names you have for things, your views on sex and the way you live. We were to go to a religious school, but our parents could not afford it. We went to church every Sunday, and Wednesday night. There we were drilled on the sins of sex. You make. Well, some kind of nymphomaniac who wasn't able to control her desires?All of these questions had no immediate answers for the bewildered young wife, and she moaned piteously in degradation on her lovely bed. Her stomach was queasy now, a result of humiliation, and she felt debilitated as hot tears began to flow from her eyes. After a few moments she sprang off the bed and ran nakedly into the bathroom, refusing to look at the now docile figure of Fello curled comfortably at the foot of the. She was right, she wasn't bad looking. Her strait blonde hair hung just to her shoulders. Her cute face was spotted with a few dozen freckles and set with grey-blue eyes. Her breasts, while not particularly large, were well formed and supple.As she thought of him, Ashley took a few more sips for the bourbon and unbuttoned her pants. Slowly, she slipped a hand into her pants, under the panties, and started playing with herself—not in search of release, but out of boredom. She pictured herself. Looking across the kitchen at the reflection in the oven door, I saw she was biting her lip. I laughed and told her that I could see her reflection. She immediately desisted from that adorable lip biting. We both knew it was her tell when she was aroused. I continued the fingering mercilessly till her wetness was dripping down the insides of her thighs. Refusing to give in and admit she wanted this, she kicked backwards at my shins pretty hard. Given her knowledge of martial arts, it hurt..