Perfect SCARS

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A popular saying goes thus. Food is the way to a man's heart
That is partially true in Mr Philips case

Since I made the food for him as an appreciation he kept encouraging me to do more... Cook more and before you know it, You would be perfect

I also began to watch cooking shows on TV and by the day I got better.. By the time I would try a meal twice it be better

He would still eat the food even when it was overcooked or undercooked or salty... Gradually I begin to ease up around him..

And not just his encouragement, everyday when he's returning from work, he would make sure he buys me something

Sometimes cookies, sweets, chocolate, ice cream, fruits and  candy.. I won't lie at this point, I wasn't bothered with leaving his house because I was enjoying myself but as they say nothing good lasts forever when it comes cheap or easy

I got new dresses and even bum short , and fancy pins for my hair ...sometimes when I see something I like on the TV I would tell him and before I know it he would get it for me if not the exact item then  something similar  I had to get a bigger bag to fit in my clothes.. I was more than satisfied even though I could  only see what the cloud looks like through the window..

Today after dinner we were sitted in the living room, I was sitting right beside on the couch directly opposite to television . Watching an Hollywood movie.. It was a bit of comedy so we were laughing and talking in between

Like most nights too.. He had a bottle of his red wine and had gone out to smoke twice... He never smokes inside  so it hard to tell how many he smokes per day

He had this habit of talking and tapping someone either on the arm or lap.. He does it all the time time so am use to it

he placed his hand on the budge between his leg and was rubbing through gently... I looked at him and he knows I was looking but that didn't stop him

He kept rubbing slowly and then faster... Fast enough to make the couch we are sitting on shake from his rubbing

It got so bad that he started making soft moans.... I was uncomfortable but my gaze was fixed on him... I didn't understand what he was doing at that time but I was watching...

The moans grow louder and the rubbing got even harder.. I got scared for him because that noise cannot be normal

"Mr Philip..... Are you OK "

"No.... Arrrgh.. No am not OK, "

"Do You need water "

"No.... "

He moans louder

"Then what do You want "

I was in full panic mode now, I don't know what to do but watch him... He has moved on top of his trousers to inside his panties

"Sir You are scaring me.... Should I call someone.... Maybe Miss Tris "

"No.. Don't call anybody "

"But.. Sir, You are sweating so bad "

"Ohh shit, am almost there... No am not, I need help ''

"Help with what... Where were you going to "

"Would You like to help me out of my condition"

I didn't understand what he meant but I knew I had to do something he seem to having a hard time breathing

"What do you need me to do sir "

"Come here Angel....I need you to  Come here pls just come closer  "

He had taken his hand out of his trousers and was now stretching them at me,  I saw the sticky thing hanging between his fingers but I didn't know what it was ...  I moved towards him and into his out stretched arms... He placed them firmly on my waist and I gripped in fear

"Don't be scared baby... Nothing is going to happen.... Just turn around "

I turned around slowly with his hand still grabbing my waist then pulling me down to sit on his laps..... It felt very weird to be sitting on his laps but I didn't stand up or make a force

"So I need you to hop front and back, down and up... Do you get just hop... More like playing a game of hopping "

I know hopping meant jump so I was standing back on my feet but he held me down back on his laps...

"No don't stand up..... Relax  lemme show you its nothing difficult, "

He pushed my hip front and back.. A little up and back down.. Making me land back on the budge between his leg and from there I pick up the pace
Moving in the same motion, landing firmly on his thighs

"Is it like this ".... I asked sheepishly

"Yes baby.. Just like that, You are doing good... Don't stop "

His hands were still on my waist but they were also moving with my body so his hand would move up to my stomach and then my breast armpit

His moans didn't stop though.. But there weren't as tormenting as they were before... I heard a tiny moan that sounded quite familiar... It definitely wasn't coming from Mr Philips because his voice was deep, hoarse and cranky this was babyish and soft

It took me a while to realize that I was the one moaning....... That hopping affects me too.... And at that age all I know I was doing was hopping...