When he was fully up me his hands slipped from where he'd been holding my hips and encouraging me to settle down onto him and ran back up my front, capturing my breasts again.

"Just bounce," he told me. "Don't worry. I'll show you how."

I was half petrified with fright over what was happening and half fascinated with this cock inside me. It seemed to me I had nothing to lose with going along with what he told me to do. Panicking and screaming just seemed so, so, not me, if you know what I mean.

I found out that while Michael might call it bouncing it wasn't that...