” I batted my eyelashes and watched as he fell under my spell. So far so good—now all I had to do was get him to open up to me.We stayed there t...alking as I slowly pulled the story of his life out of him. For now it was just the basics, but that wasn’t important. I needed him to speak. Henry was born and raised in Shamokin, a town in what had been Pennsylvania coal country until the 1970’s when the colliery had been closed and abandoned. Henry lived with his mother and her parents after. Late Friday afternoon Grace put on her jeans and a white shirt, packed her weekend bag and headed for the station. Around 7pm she rang the doorbell at The Estate. Irene, the photographer, met her at the door. “Oh Grace, its so good to see you again,” she said as she hugged her. Grace noticed the erotically charged atmosphere as soon as she came in. Lights were dimmed. All the curtains were closed, creating an intimate atmosphere. Rhythmic music was playing while people in evening dress mingled.. He layed me on my back and then straddled me so that we were in a 69 position… We suck on each other for a few minutes when I finally said “FUCK me in My Ass” He pulled my penis from his mouth and I reached for the KY.. . I took a finger full of the KY and stuck my finger deep into my rectum. I then grabbed his cock and wet the head of it with my tongue. My next move was to get on my hands and knees and I felt him position himself behind me. He quickly inserted a finger in my ass to make sure. Put your hands up.”I began kissing her, taking her mouth before she was ready, but after she was willing. She was backed up against the wall, and when she put her arms up I grabbed both wrists in one hand, pinning her. I still had my fingers inside her pussy, in moments I found the spot inside where she really wanted my fingers moving just so. She wanted to squirm, but I was holding her tight enough that it really was not an option. That tricks the brain. Just the hint of restraint worked.