Ta Re Ek not Tack.   She mouthed it as if she was mocking him and turned her head away with a slight huff more then content to stare out the window.    To be honest, the world outside fascinated her beyond imaging.   It was Earth.. it was Modern America, just like every city in America... but it was animals.   She briefly considered she might have hit her head and this was all a dream somehow that her coma like sleep was creating.   That could be possible.     Her pout has drifted away as she busied herself with her own thoughts.  However when Tarek's fingers started to stroke her thigh, it startled her making her feel awkward.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://m.dkpopnews.fooyoh.com/files/attach/images3/14989425/2016/3/15273149/thumbnail_600x300_crop.jpg)</div>Well it didn't at first, in fact he'd been doing it for a few minutes already and it hadn't even dawned on her.  When it did she want a little stiff.   She'd done the normal stuff prep school teenagers did, kissing, dry humping, some fingering or jerking off but that had been the limit to her experience.     She'd felt hands on her thighs before, but it hadn't felt good, it hadn't felt like Tarek's which was really freaking her out.    Enough that she sat there in silence her eyes unfocused as her thoughts ran circles around each other.   When Tarek lifted her up she made a slight noise and ended up in his lap and very up close and personal to him and smelling very very different than she had when she'd sat down.    Her face obviously looked oddly... well nervous and she sure as hell didn't meet his gaze.   Only too aware that she was naked, sitting on his lap after he'd just stroked her leg.   The vein in her neck throbbed lightly in response, hands having ended up holding each other in her lap.