"From now on, Sara, you are not to speak unless spoken to. Do you understand?"Flushing hotly, I muttered "Yes" and nodded at the same time. My arms we...re clamped across my chest again, my shoulders were hunched, and again, my knees pressed hard against each other. I was such a coward. I deserved to be talked to like this. I deserved to be smacked with the baton, or made to do anything else she thought fit. It's such a blessing that she didn't make me get down on my knees and kiss her toes. I. That started us off with a good basis and our talk revolved around ourwork while we drank that first beer. The conversation lightened whenhe said something about the football game the next Sunday. We kiddedback and forth since he was a fan of the team I was hoping my favoritewould beat. We discussed quarterbacks (which is pretty superficial)but I found he knew as much or more than I did about thesafety/receiver match-ups and the weaknesses of the two teams.It seemed that the beers and. She undid my shirt and helped me to take it off before I reached round and unclasped her bra, slowly sliding one strap down her arm as I kissed and sucked her now visable, erect nipple. I did the same with her other breast, hearing her gasp as I sucked on her nipple again. She lay back on the bed allowing me to kiss and suck both nipples whilst my hand undid her jean button and zip. I started to kiss and lick her tummy as I pulled down her jeans and white panties at the same time. I could see. Then she leant down and sucked the tip of my cock before kissing me fully on the mouth and pressing the taste of my cum onto my tongue. She called me later from her night job and masturbated. I said we had to have sex; she agreed and the following night at 10pm she picked me up and drove me to her house. The house was weird; every room was locked off by padlock except the bathroom and her bedroom. Her father was renovating the place and she said she lived here rent free while he worked on the.