[milkman56]

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So Mr. Miller approached her gently and, as he spoke to her softly, words that Bob did not hear, he gently took her hands and drew them apart and she put them down to the floor so that Bob saw her breasts, her nipples still pressed to, covered by her knees, and then, gently taking hold her knees, Mr. Miller parted them, drew them down so that she exposed herself completely, and sitting with her legs splayed, Bob took in the full view of her tits and her gaping randy raw c*nt. Karen looked into open space, and sat tautly, aware of their stares on her body, especially between her legs, and her erect nipples revealed her feelings. She looked distressed, but she did not cry.

Bob saw this her tension, her shame and also her evident sexual arousal. Miller backed up to sit on his stool. He said to Bob: “What do you think?”

“Wow,” Bob said.

“Yes,” agreed Miller.

Bob could not help himself. “Can I fuck her?”

Miller laughed at Karen’s reaction, a look of instant shock and confusion, looking back and forth at Miller and Bob and when Bob moved toward her, she cowered in the corner.

Bob reassured her: “I won’t hurt you….”

Miller admitted he had not fucked her. Bob looked at him incredulously.

Miller said, nodding at Karen’s dismay: “She wasn’t ready.”

Bob looked down at Karen’s face too; she turned her head away.

“She is now….” Miller added quietly....

Miller and Bob did not kiss her, and not kissing her added to the shame she felt. Not kissing her, this was not “love-making,” but fucking her for the sake of fucking her. And she knew it.

Still they gave her a lot of foreplay, watching her expression as they did, tenderly teasing her nipples, touching and teasing the slit of her c*nt, especially the sensitive area at the top of it, against her pubic bone, and talked sweetly to reassure her; Mr. Miller telling her he loved her, and kissing her, while Bob used his hands or mouth on her.

Miller was behind her while Bob was in front, Miller groped her buttock, Bob her breasts, fingered her, slathered her nipples with his mouths and tongue, and both together fingered her, and she so stood, submissively, without refusing, and occasionally responded to sharp sensations she received. I suppose that this was the first night she had abandoned herself to a real orgasm. I was not an inattentive lover, but I did not value her pleasure as they did....