”“OK, just please go slowly.”Steve worked his tool up and down between my cheeks as I lay buried in Jen. I’d involuntarily twitch, which would... send shivers through her. Steve was putting more and more pressure on the tip of his cock, slowly opening up my virgin rosebud. Then he lifted his hips off me and got lined up to thrust in earnest. Ever so slowly he applied pressure, allowing me to open up to his probing. Jen was twisting her hips under me and sending these wonderful shivers through my. You’re drenching me and drowning me so I gasp for breath. How quickly your hands have moved, like spiders. Coated in webs of passion, I’m now burning alive. In my soul and in my mind. Like we were made into a cocktail, shaken and stirred. I’m dizzy, drunk, and forgetful, as the vodka, but you being as the water, keep rhythm with your tides. You wash over my legs and navel. You tease my nipples with your mouth. Sucking and pulling them. You leave them damp and swollen. And I know in the morning. Save it for when we are in public.’ He made a small gesture with his free hand and suddenly a chair appeared opposite the ones Arianna and I had been sitting in. He lowered into the chair and opened the top folder looking at me. ‘I suppose you have looked at Apprentice Pena’s file by now.’ He said it as a statement but his look showed the question behind the words. ‘Yes I have, Telemon. I am not too sure about this one.’ I scrolled up and looked at the top of her biography section. ‘Right here. “What would you like today?”she asked, clumsily tossing her hand through her blackhair, slight red highlights hinting at her youth. ‘No,actually I just came by to say ‘hello”. She lit upwith reserved joy to hear that. I was surprised. Youdon’t typically see many black guys asking south Asiangirls– let alone while they’re still in high school.But she seemed to like me and much as I liked her. Herexcitement became my excitement. I was on auto-pilot..