Chapter V - Lise "Of course I do," I said softly. Still hypnotized by those eyes, I went on to say "I never stopped loving you..." He kissed... me again, slowly and deeply. I could feel his love in the kiss, the misguided passion and lust, the hurt he'd felt when I'd left him. Now that there was that horrible word "rape" on the horizon, I could see why I'd left him. Not for some unexplicable reason, but rather because of his obsession with power. Alex pulled away, abrubtly, and I. “So” she said maliciously, “You like exposing yourself to young girls then” I replied yes. “Would you like to see our pussies?” she asked. I replied yes enthusiastically. They led me into the bathroom and made me lay on my back in the bath. I wanked slowly as the stripped out of their skirts and thin white panties. Mary squatted over me, I groaned at the sight of her tiny, smooth hairless pussy. She pissed over my face and in my mouth as the other two howled with laughter. When she had. I picked up a little speed and started to moan. Concentrating on moving and breathing and making noises, it was very hard to feel pleasure. I rocked and grinded and bounced ontop of him for what seemed like forever, when he said he wanted to switch positions. He asked me to put my ass up and my face against the mattress. I was exhausted and out of breath that I did so gladly. He positioned himself behind me on one knee and on one foot. We had never done anything like this before, so despite my. ’ ‘You’re growing fond of her, then, Pierre?’ ‘I simply wish her well for her future,’ I evaded. Un-fooled, my father said, ‘Treat her properly, won’t you.’ It was not just a statement of expectation of my behaviour but the giving of his blessing to whatever might be going on between Martine and myself. ‘I will,’ I said, and felt weighed down by responsibility. What with Martine having abandoned my bed before I woke that morning, I was half expecting she would not come to my room again. Around.