Gary turned and studied the small table noticing a drawer pull. He released Lane’s body, slid the drawer open, glanced inside and saw various objects completely foreign to him. He noticed a flesh colored fake penis about ten inches long, a small purple device in the shape of two fingers, a chrome bulb resembling a turnip with a light blue gem in the disk at the end of the stem, a pair of smooth multicolored rods with a dial at one end and a blob of pink gelatin resembling a wide fat butterfly. Gary looked closely for the tube and when he found it with his eyes, he picked it up in his hand and read the label. A shiver ran through his body as he realized what he had to do Lane had already experienced. He had to be sure she was fully aware as he turned numbly to face the woman’s pure white posterior, “Elaine?”
“Yes honey?” he heard from the other end of the woman.
“I want to do it with you back there, but I don’t want it to hurt you,” said Gary in a perfectly controlled voice.
Lane felt a sweet sense of caring fill her and she knew the man behind her was forcing her to recall a moment long ago, but she needed to remain calm and enjoy the moment with her student. She rested her cheek on the soft sheet and spoke with a gentle tone, “I’m fine with whatever you want Gary, don’t worry about me honey, just enjoy yourself.”
Gary placed the small white tube on the bed and said, “I want you to watch me do it.”
Lane’s mind began searching for any time in her past to help her understand she was about to surrender to a fucker without some sort of camera pointed at her crotch, then she spoke with a gentle voice, “We can do it in front of the mirror if you want me to watch.”
Gary grinned a little as he glanced at the wall to his right then said after noticing the reflection of everything in the room, “I have to take my clothes off first.”
Lane slowly rolled her body over then repositioned in a sitting position, pulled her panty off her legs, tossed the scant material to the floor, crossed her legs, folded her hands in front of her calves, smiled then said, “I want to watch you undress, then watch you masturbate and when you’re ready we’ll get on the floor over there in front of the mirror, tell me when you’re ready … okay sweetheart?”
Gary nodded his head, stood, slid the bench back to its place in front of the vanity, turned and began unbuttoning his shirt as Lane watched with adoration. When Gary pulled his shirt free from his body, Lane began studying every square inch of the surface of his white skin noticing every subtle curve, tiny speck and the little mole on the right side of his abdomen. The entire form before her seemed familiar yet novel and she began to wipe the visions of the numerous varieties of men she had been with from her mind. She began thinking; ‘he’s too young and too innocent … how can he possibly know.’
As Gary lowered his trousers to his ankles Lane began focusing on the lump in his briefs. She suddenly realized she was about to be exposed to a penis she believed had never felt the interior of a colon. When Gary stepped out of his trousers he kicked them gently to the side then reached for the waistband of the briefs and Lane focused on the bulge as she felt her body flush with a gentle warmth. When Gary’s penis popped out it pointed directly at her as if to remind her; ‘you … are the reason I’m here.’