”She gives him a shacked look. A bit presumptive, isn’t he? He thinks because I’m young he can get away with whatever he likes?Then he is interr...upting those thoughts yet again. “If you were going to say no then you would have said so right away,” he explains. “Right now you want to and are trying to find reasons why you should. The fact that you want to is reason enough.”With this comment, the man is guiding her over to the chair and gently pushing on her back, easing the girl over it. Tabitha. Some tiny part of my brain told me that he loved and treasured me, but the voice of my wounded pride spoke so much louder. ‘I’m not wasting any more of our day on something so stupid’ was all that I would say at first, and being a wise man, and lenient Dom, he didn’t push very hard. I chatted about this and that aimlessly, trying to get past it, but it was like a lump in my throat that I just couldn’t swallow. We’d been people watching all morning, but now I began to point out every heavy. Then with a little smile, Wesley said, “Why don't you find out?” I have to admit I was scared but curious. It must have been the beer that made me lose my fear because I suddenly reached out and stroked the semi hard bulge in the front of his jockeys. As I stroked his cock through the cotton fabric of his jockeys, Wesley let out a soft, “Mmmm,” and then I found myself pulling down his underwear. When his cock sprung free it was fully erect… and it was big and beautiful. Trance like because of. I knew it from the first naked step he took over my threshold. I felt little thrills nibble through me when I looked at him.A part of me sat back and watched me with awe as I laughed and teased him. And my remark about his testicle was not the sort of thing I had ever even thought of saying before right then. Now I know what they mean when they say, "The Devil made me do it." It was as if I had a personal little devil sitting on my shoulder directing my craziness.Yet it felt so good to tease.