She flipped. “Heads.” Well, she’d play her game the next time. She scooped up the nickel and put it back in its box.“Stand up straight, Tula. ...Our people know that girls should be raised away from boys and by women. But now you are a woman, and you need to learn what that means. I am your teacher. Women can teach you what women do, but it takes a man to teach you what a woman is.” He needed to convey who she was, who he was, and the outline of the situation.“Yes, teacher.” She straightened. She. I found myself alone in the house with her sexy mid-40's mother, Betty. Betty seduced me and we ended up having terrific sex before Cindy got back to the house. Betty was neglected by her husband and sexually frustrated. My first encounter with this horny, experienced woman was incredible, so when she called wanting more, I was quick to oblige her. We were fucking at least once a week, usually in cheap motels or at my place when we knew Cindy wouldn't be coming over. I felt a little guilty. “Get on your knees and beg.” He ordered. Having lost all sense of dignity, I knelt before him and begged again for his sympathy. He was expressionless as he watched me plead. He stepped closer to me and stroked the top of my head still watching me. He moved his hand to his crotch and unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock. “You know what to do.” He whispered. I took his cock in my hand and sucked it. As much as he hurt me, I still wanted to please him. I licked underneath his shaft and teased. Lindsay cradled his head into her chest and watched as Arthur did his best to please her. Without any warning, he stopped suckling and looked up at her as his hands wandered down to her legs. He wanted more. His hands stroked every inch of her soft, smooth thighs before lifting up her tattered skirt. He moved his body away from hers and just looked at her, mesmerised. He couldn’t believe he had such a hot, young woman laid in front of him, waiting. He took the dagger from the rag and placed it.