For the first time ever... when she pushed the key into his door did she find she actually missed someone. Even if he did not stay with her during the sessions... she still knew he was about and at any moment he could walk in and make her shudder in anticipation. There was no affection from this man, no attraction she told herself... it was a business arrangement but for some reason, she was drawn to the man... but why?
Unlocking the door to her room, looking about as she pulled back the cover from the machine, she situates the cups... so she can reach them... she stretches across the bench and flips on the machine.
As he said... her bottom did not feel like itself till this morning... but at every sit... bathroom break and even when she went to bed... the tenderness reminded her of what had happened. How he touched her... stretching her open and then finally able to take him into her body... she also remember as the door shut, her having to rush home as even though... she thought she had cleaned up... she found she was still dribbling cum from her ass.
That night... laying in bed... she realized she was no longer a virgin in a sense... it caused her face to flush in the darkness... fingers running over her tender breasts makes her ass clench... causing a pained sound to escape from her lips... but it really wasn't that much pain... her hand slips lower and she finds she is wet again... yes, so much had changed in a short time...
That Saturday she followed his instructions to the letter. Sunday, though, curiosity took over and she had to at least check his office door, slipping either of the two keys, found neither worked and with a small huff... Went to do her session... On Monday morning though... she felt needy and so when she hooked the little cups to her breasts... turning the knob up a few clicks to feel an edge of pain...and as the machine starts to work at her breasts... she rests her head on one arm as her hand moves under the bench and between her legs... playing with herself till she cried out her own small pleasure... finding she had cum harder then she could make herself do at home.
Later that day when she came home with her father, she saw Mr. James pull up. "Ah... Sarah, Steve... I wanted to thank you for watching my cat this weekend, Sarah. You have a very responsible daughter Steve," he says to her father." which makes her dad turn about.
"Cat you say, Sarah... I didn't' know you were watching the neighbor's cat" then she watches Mr. James come over which at the sight of him... she can't help but squeeze her thighs tight. Her breasts seem to all of a sudden ache and she thinks she might be wet all of a sudden. For some reason though when she looks at Mr.James... feeling the weight of his gaze... she is positive he knows exactly what her body is doing.
"Yes, I asked Sarah to feed my cat and also to play a bit with her, did you get to play with 'my' cat?"he asks and it takes all Sarah can do but not blush thinking about that morning.
Making her wonder if he knew what she had done earlier that day and all she could say was... "I made sure you cat was fed and played with for a bit before I did my chores,"
Her father giving a quick nod, "good, you should have a bit of responsibility,"
"Come on over later Sarah and I will pay you... if your parents don't mind... it may be an ongoing summer thing as I have a few trips to do." which then he turns and heads off to his own home...
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Turning down her folks when they asked her to join them... she waits till their car is out of the driveway and runs next door. Knocking on the door, it is pulled open almost as if he was waiting...filling the doorway, his single word of, "Strip!" causes something to curl in her stomach in anticipation.
Not even allowing her the opportunity to enter his home... she looks about quickly, not seeing anyone... slips off tank top and then hooks fingers into her shorts to slip them off... handing them over to his offerend hand.
Once naked, he allows her in and places her things on the chair, then follows him to his office. Pointing to a cushion by his desk.. He orders her to sit and then pulls over his chair, facing her.
Sit on your heels, part your legs... place your hands behind your back" giving her short quick orders which she finds she does as she is told.
The position he put her in, opens herself to him, lifting breasts as if in an offering, her legs open that she can feel the air on her pussy, making her feel very exposed.
Standing, he moves to walk about her... pulling her hair back so it does not cover her breasts, moving knees to open her a bit more and with a nod... seems pleased with her position. A hand runs over one tender breast... cupping... squeezing... it catches her breath when he rolls a nipple then pinches... then she watches as does the same with the other. Finding she is lifting her chest up higher for more of his attention.
A knock is heard and they both turn towards the door but before moving, his hand slips between her legs... running over her slit, "yes you are very wet, good... now do not move or speak unless I give you permission? Understood?" only waiting long enough for her to nod and then goes to answer the door.
Hearing another man's voice, she turns her head to see another man look surprised at the sight of her, "Ah... you are presenting a guest's gift?"
"And that is why you will never get one, Chuck..." Hearing his sharp tone, "she is under trial... so what business did you need to speak of..." Mr. James asks the other man as he motions him to a chair and then takes his own behind his desk.
Talk of a contract that was to expired, made them speak of money, extensions and a new due date. Unsure how long she sat there... she did her best to not fidget but then when she found needed to move, she would feel Mr. James gaze fall to her, reminding her, he was watching her.
Soon both men stood up and just as Chuck was getting ready to leave, he leans over to lifts her face... "She is a beauty... you should think about bringing her to court." which gives her a confused expression.
Court? The word flashes through her head, it was the 20th century... the only thing she knew of courts were of Kings and Queens... medieval times, though her face is still gripped, she looks to Mr. James and notices a very annoyed look on his face.
"Chuck, Let her go or else you will need to take your business elsewhere..." both hearing something to his tone. Fingers drop from her face and soon she watches both men go to the door..
Returning he motions her up, "Take a moment to stretch, then you can go to your room to start your session." dismissing her... she watches him move his mouse to make the computer come alive.
Gingerly she stands and while she waits for blood to flow through her legs, curiosity gets the best of her, "Mr. James?"
"Yes," though he does not turn about.
