As I got harder she started pulling my foreskin back and forth and my hand slid down to her pussy toying with her clit. I did then tell her what I d...id see a few nights before, and asked her if my father prick inside her pussy hurt….she giggled…told me I was a naughty little boy for spying….and that no, it did not hurt, in fact it was very pleasant, and asked me if I wanted to learn how to do it.I was then eleven and fucked my stepmother for the first time.In those four months I learned. When she refused, looking a bit frightened, he grabbed one of her ear bobs, twisted it free and ran. I chased after him; he skidded around a corner and stopped, handing me the thing, and I returned a few minutes later with the small jewel to receive a curtsey, praise and thanks. The young wife smelled good and, although flushed and frightened, rubbing her sore ear, seemed sure of herself. The slave girl had run, leaving her basket behind."Would you walk me home?" the woman asked after. I watched her go, I remembered her clothes were in the van downstairs , so I followed her, I suggested she use the en suite loo in my bedroom and promised to get her case.I sprinted down to the basement, checked on the guys minding the doors, opened up my old transit van and grabbed her battered cream case, Candice was in my bedroom when I got back "Happy?" she asked, "Satisfied?" Not yet," I smirked, "Can you manage smart?" I can try," she said and added, "Just get this damned thing off my. That’s when I saw them, Jake and Shay along with two older guys probably in their late 20s. I was curious but didn’t want to be seen, so I turned back around the corner and stood listening as closely as I could. ‘Is it good?’ I heard Jake’s voice. ‘Yeah man, it’s good. Try it.’ A plastic bag was rattled and silence fell for a few seconds. ‘Oh yeah, that’s some good shit. How much?’ ‘One thousand.’ ‘Fuck! For that?!’ ‘Take it or leave it!’ Jake hesitated, then sighed. ‘Fine. One thousand.’ It.