“Jesus, Nadya,” I tried to warn her. Linda’s eyes–his eyes–widened, her grip tightening on the edge of the dresser as she stared at him, incredulous.

“What are you doing?” she demanded,Young Teacher Raped his voice rough with a mix of anger and disbelief.

Ken crossed her arms, the blouse still half-unbuttoned, the skirt hugging her hips as he shifted his weight to one leg. Then she turned on the video recording apps and placed one cell phone on the night stand on one side of the bed and the other cell phone on the night stand on the opposite side of the bed.

I pointed my laptops at the bed we planned on fucking on, and checked to make sure they were going to record my Rose and I fucking for the very first time. “I’m your mother, not some coed chasing after validation.