God! I wasn't going to say no to anything she'd wanted me to do, although I should have!Anyway, then you look at the other hand, the empty one, and sa...y, "Here we have the probable, but still only possible, possibility that your little angel might maybe be most likely seriously kind of almost pregnant."See how it works? I'd take my chances with the empty hand and even the slimmest possibility that my parents wouldn't ship me back to Russia. I mean, who the hell wants to go back there? Not me!. I sat on the sofa, and waited, nervously. After a few minutes, Carl returned and told me to go in the bedroom and get ready. He had laid my “things” out for me on the bed. He leaned into the doorway and said, “Let me know when you are ready.” And closed the door.Carl had bought a nighty, a garter belt, and some stockings. I stood there, in shock, staring at the lingerie, wondering if I should climb out a window and run away. But my hands weren't cooperating with my brain, and I started removing. No pubes. She scoots over to the edge of the worktop and spreads her lips with her fingers. She takes my cock in her other hand and guides it between her legs. I feel my cock sliding against the gentle resistance of her pussy, tight at first but she's quite wet already so penetrating her is effortless. I feel her buck her hips toward me involuntarily to meet my thrusts, already she is cumming. Her pussy is pulsating, it feels so good, so tight.I grip my cock harder and squeeze, thinking about. Next, I felt my boss’s hand slide under the elastic bands holding everything in place and scrape the top of my butt crack. Marty, the man of the mountain tugged my pantyhose and her brief flowered white cotton tennis panties down off my bottom and down my legs.There I was, Ms. Marilyn Semones with my bare bottom in the air as I wiggled and kicked my legs and even waved my hands about in front. I started to display a strong burst of independence by pushing myself up and off her Marty’s lap even.