‘I bet you have a real tight pussy like my wife too.’ He said moving his hands to my crotch. This comment was really creepy, but I was getting sup...er hot and I let it slid. He rubbed at my snatch through my jeans, ‘God I’d love a better look.’ He said. I guess I didn’t protest enough because the next thing I new my jeans were balled up in the corner of his room. ‘Oh how cute!’ He said as he stared at my little pink panties, he rubbed some more at them, ‘boy I forgot how wet young girls get.’. After dinner, the children went off to do their own thing. Roger and Jessica went to the living room for some adult conversations.Sitting next to each other on the couch, he began, “There’s been a development in my romantic life that you need to know about. Last night I went out with Rose ... and her younger sister Mary, who I met for the first time. Strangely, they both want to get involved with the same guy. Right now, Mary lives in Georgia, and we’re just starting to get to know each other.. His mouth began coveting the flesh of her neck, his nose reprising the fragrance in her hair. The windows fogged with moisture as they began to moan in anticipation. “Take your jeans off…hurry. I want to eat you.” She moaned loudly as he pushed a finger into the center of her little pink panties, using two fingers to spread open the hole big enough to taste her moist pussy. “You taste good.” he moaned. His mouth eager, he circled his tongue around and around her clit, sucking, licking her up. ”“I am yours,” I said, confused.“Not like ‘romantic’ together. I mean like chattel. A toy to play with and punish whenever I want,” he clarified with a steely voice. “I like using you. I’m not going to stop.”I didn’t say anything for a minute. Matthew held me closely, lovingly, even after he’d spoken harsh, honest words. The whipping left me feeling bare and guilelessly exposed, maybe it did the same to him. I made a decision.“That’s really honest,” I said. I wanted to be honest, too. “Use me..