Me First and the Gimme Gimmes

Come, now, take it off!” And Annie, who was moving in a strange, distorted dance before him, threw the blouse of her uniform backwards to the floor so that she remained naked but for her panties and shoes. The lamp light fell full on her now mingling and blending its yellow tones with the white of her skin and the red of her hair. And, watching her supple movements, the beauty of her curved, flowing softness, I was torn between excitement, curiosity, and a mounting revolt. Father's hands were behind his head now, and he watched her smiling. Annie was moaning and squirming against his knees. Then she moved forward so that the table partially obscured her as she dropped to her knees, running her hands over his thighs and begging: “Please, sir, don't torture me any more! Please give it to me! Please, sir… give me, gimme gimme it, sir…” she was becoming incoherent and rapid and strange: “Sir, Billy-ya gotta let me have it, do you hear, Billy, give it to me! OH, OH, BILLY, come on now, give it to me, your cock, Billy, that BIG ONE ...»