He grabbed the back of my head and started to hold it in place as he fucked my mouth, calling me a fucking sissy boy the whole time. This went on fo...r about 5 minutes and I thought he was about to cum and this would be over, but I was wrong. Just then he told me to get up and lean over the desk. I told him that I had never been fucked before, which made him laugh and tell me that he could care less about that, as I would not be able to say that anymore when he was done with me. Feeling I. Those boots were second-hand and fitted poorly, purchased just to complete my look. Mandy was quick to support me, her arm about my waist taking my weight and steadying me until I regained my balance."You okay?" she asked, looking me directly in the eyes, not with a sexual sparkle but with genuine concern. It was the look a medic might give a patient whose condition was in doubt."Yeah, I'm fine," I said. And I was. Quickly she took my hand and led me towards the house. At the porch, I turned. And the artwork made me swoon. I had recognized some of it from my art books. I couldn’t believe he was rich enough to actually own it. ‘We have a very complicated security system for the art of course,’ he explained tracking my gaze. I nodded pretending I actually understood security systems. But I was still staring at the walls open mouthed admiring the works. He gently asked, ‘Do you recognize some of them Sabrina?’ I looked up at him and smiled. He wasn’t that much taller than me about. He stood up. “There’s nothing for you to be sorry for Agnes. This is Don’s fault.” She smiled nervously. He stood close to her and began to run his hand over her breasts and down to her tummy. She winced inside as his hand ran over stomach. She was very conscious of her stretch marks. Jack sensed something was wrong. “Everything okay?” She blushed. “I’m just a bit self conscious of my stretch marks.” “Why?” he asked. “You’re a mother. There’s nothing nobler than being a mother.” She.