"I don't want to do this," Faith said as Selby pulled into her parents' driveway."Then, why did you say yes? I was quite happy with you naked in our room."Sometime during the evening, Selby had carried her to bed and wrapped his arms around her as they drifted back off to sleep. She had woken up early and served him breakfast in bed, her mind in turmoil over her behavior during their lovemaking. She wanted to apologize but was too embarrassed to even bring up the subject. Selby had been the gentleman and not commented on it. She knew he was waiting to talk about it. Nothing fazed him, and he seemed to relish the verbal play of their sex. Yet, she knew he would wait to talk about it until she was ready. She wasn't ready. Nowhere near ready."Like saying 'No' is ever an option with my mother." She sighed as she released her seat belt. "Besides, I love my dad. It's my mom that's the bitch.""Such strong language from such a little girl." Selby took her hand and kissed it. "Let's go see

"Play with your titties. Show me how you like them touched."Faith started at her navel, both palms flat, sliding up her torso until she could feel the small globes of her breasts. She closed her eyes, no longer caring if someone could see her. She slid her fingers over her breasts until each hand had a swollen nipple. She heard herself moan and felt the heat between her legs grow. With her thumb and index finger, she twirled her nipples, now shriveled into tight buds with her excitement, back and forth in small circles, pinching them as she did. Her hips lifted off the seat, her pussy wanting attention."Seems they like the notion of being someone's little bitch." She could hear the grin in his voice. "Of course, we found that out this weekend, didn't we?" She couldn't deny it. She answered by pulling her nipples out, stretching them the way Paul had. A whimper escaped her lips."Now, slide your right hand down to your sweet cunt and play with yourself until you come." As she started

"What can't you wait to hear about?" Tracey Williams tucked a stray strand of her auburn hair behind her right ear as she was finally able to set down the hot coffee and Styrofoam containers she held on Selby's counter. Lunchtime.Selby set his cell phone on the counter and took the steaming cup of coffee. "Faith may be on an adventure at work this afternoon, and I'm eagerly awaiting the outcome."Tracey raised her eyebrows. "Oh? So, you two decided to explore without each other?""We did. And it seems Edwin's name keeps popping up." He watched as Tracey walked around the counter and straddled a bar stool he kept back there just for her, her forearms crossed and resting on the back. Her shorts opened slightly, giving Selby a small glimpse at her bare sex, which he kept staring at without embarrassment. "We talked about guidelines and promised each other if it became an issue, we'd stop."Tracey reached over and grabbed her cup of coffee. "And what of you? Does this allow you to venture

Faith grinned as the wetness dripped from her heat. "Yes, sir." She stood facing him, keeping her eyes focused on his. She slipped out of her sandals as she unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off her long legs, laying them on his desk. He wanted to see hers, and she would let him see it all. Still watching him, she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head and off her body, tossing it on top of her pants. With her fingers, she hooked her lacy thong and slowly slid it down to her ankles, allowing her ass to stick up in the air as she stepped slowly out of them. They joined the growing pile. Standing back up, she reached behind her and unstrapped her bra. Staring into his dark green eyes, she slid each strap down her arm and then dropped the bra onto the pile of clothes.His eyes soaked her in as she sashayed to sit in front of him on his desk. She placed a foot on each arm of his chair, revealing her glistening slit to his hungry eyes. "Your view, sir."His eyes swallo

By five-thirty, Selby knew Faith decided to give Edwin his surprise. Selby glanced down at his phone. Nothing. Edwin must have liked his surprise. Selby dropped his briefcase on the counter and grabbed a highball glass and the bottle of Jameson, carrying both to the back deck. Setting the glass on the wood rail, he poured two fingers and stared at the breaking waves. The game had begun. He wondered how she would handle it. It was a big step in their adventure, and he still wasn't sure how he felt about it. Nervous. Aroused. Excited. Scared. Okay, he knew how he felt, but wasn't sure how they would handle it.Their sexual adventures were just that—adventures. They had them together, shared them, and repeated them to each other during their own sexual play. She would tell him how hot she had felt, how much she loved being taken by another man, feeling his hands on her and his cock in her. She described, in detail, how she felt, and as she would replay her orgasms, Selby would get off. Th