You want her to masturbate

“I may not be able to, Angel.” I warn her even as I take my cock in my hand and try to stroke some life into it “but there is something I'd like to try.”

“What, Sir?” Although I've been working to break her of the habit of calling me 'Sir', under the circumstances it sounds kind of nice. “What do you want me to do?” She looks and sounds decidedly nervous, and considering what little she knows about men I'm not surprised that she's concerned.

“I want you to touch yourself again.”

“What?” Alison's doe-eyes widen beautifully, as she realizes what I want. “I can't do that. Not with you watching me.” I press her shoulders gently back down onto the bed and smile encouragingly.

“Just a little bit, Honey.” I tell her “I'd like to see what you look like when you're getting close to your climax.” She starts to protest again but I silence her with a finger to her soft lips. “Just try, Angel.” To my delight, she bites her lip and then closes her eyes and her hands start tracing lightly along her bare flesh.

“Tell me about what makes you hot, Angel.” I encourage her softly, “When you were still in school, what else made you wet and hot?” I know she hears me because her she moans softly and shakes her head, but it is a few more seconds before she appeals to my better side.

“Please, Mr. P.” I can barely hear her, “I'm too embarrassed.” In spite of her obvious ****, Alison's fingers if anything are working even faster against her clit and her other hand has moved to her breasts where she is pinching her small erect nipples.

“Don't even think about me,” I tell her firmly, “think about the poor young woman who is squirming on her back. Who is she?”

“A missionary ...” the answer comes out as a moan of surrender, “A young Christian missionary in North Africa. Travelling with her parents bringing the Good News to the heathens of the desert.”

“What happened?” I ask although it is pretty clear that this young woman has fallen into the hands of some very bad men.

“An ambush ... their guides were shot and the father beaten, but the girl and her mother ... they're taken to the Berber's tents and stripped of their clothing.” I watch in silence as I hear Alison pleading like the missionaries' virgin daughter. “No don't ... please, you can't ... I'm doing God's work ... What? ... Oh! ... Oh No!” Her thighs pinch tightly around her fingers and she rocks back and forth on the bed completely lost in her well worked out fantasy.

Alison is getting close, but she can't seem to quite reach the climax she is craving and you begin to understand, just how messed up this sweet young woman is.

“Go ahead, Angel.” You growl softly at the writhing figure on the bed. “You can cum now.”