“No more. Stop! Stop!”

“No more. Stop! Stop!” He shouted, pushing her face away unkindly.

She raised her neck, open-mouthed, and airing a punished look cried out, “What...why, Mr. Brady?”

The old man breathed heavily, and averted his eyes from her gaze. “Not yet, not yet...I'm not ready to finish.”

Not ready to finish? Well, then that could mean only one thing! And Elyse quickly understood. There was a particular place where Mr. Brady had intentions of finishing. And though she had certainly been prepared for it, she found herself wavering on her commitments.

'So, this is it. He wants to cum inside me,' she thought. She wanted to say something, but couldn't. Something within her heart kept her from being a disappointment to Mr. Brady. She could only reason that at least she would be taken care of if worse came to worse. 'Whatever happens, after today, I'll figure something out,' she reasoned.

Meanwhile, Mr. Brady paced around as he cooled his mind and body. Elyse leaned back, her deep brunette hair combed the carseat like spiderwebs. “Did it feel good Mr. Brady?”

“Oh, too good! You are perfect,” he said.

Elyse smiled and closed her eyes. “All I want is to make you happy...”

Mr. Brady must have come to his senses by that moment as he startled her with his touch, sliding his great hands tenderly up her smooth legs to her hips. 'This is it,' she weighed, 'my last opportunity to back out.' But, that thought wasn't entirely true. There wasn't a realistic opportunity.

“You will let me make you a happy girl?” Mr Brady asked, looming over her.

“Yess...” she complied.

Suddenly, with one severe yank, he pulled down her skirt and panties both at once to her knees. Her eyes shot open, and she gasped at the sudden exposure.

She inopportunely decided that now would be the time to inform him of her hesitations; however, that thought was quickly cut short at the very same moment when Mr. Brady, without hesitations of his own...