Each of his comments gave me a funny feeling in my stomach. I wondered if he could see what effect they were having on me. Each night I fantasised about him. I played with my pussy while imagining his face, his lips on my tits, his fingers in my pussy. I wondered if he could tell. I didn't dare mention it to him. I was sure that his comments were a way of being nice to me, to increase my confidence, which they did. It was just that the primary effect of his comments was that I had a permanently wet pussy when he was around.

One day Mr Barnes...