I am fairly tall for my age with long blond hair and blue eyes like my mum, I suppose you could say I’m quite a pretty girl, possible a bit too slim...but mum said that would change as I got older.I lived with my mum and my younger sister in a rented terraced house with a small garden in front, not that far from the school. So I was able to walk to school every day with my little sister. We’d lost our father a year ago, he’d had a heart attack, the doctor said, he was very young for something. This is a competition where straight men are tossed into a massive complex with nothing but a map to start with. Each year they change the interior of the complex completely so the contestants never know where to go and what traps await them.The contestants are all straight men who have entered for one reason and one reason only - to grab that 1 million prize pot. While one would not expect a big number of applicants, it seems money really does buy anything. The rules are strict - the men must. She turned her head to watch me probe the area around her opening until I found it. I entered her, effortlessly."Ah, we're one," she said, already pushing her pussy back at me.In the next twenty minutes, we pretty much trashed rule numbers three through seven.Adeline kept shoving her pussy back to meet my thrusts. I had my hands on her hips, trying to take control."Hold still, bitch!" Ah... , fuck me, little boy!" Stop telling me what to do. You're not my mother, bitch." Hurry up, bastard, I. Her relief was tainted with the knowledge that this was only the beginning, and his next words underscored that.“Now let’s see if all that boasting about your fine figure was truth in advertising.” He pulled her top off, then reached behind her, unhooked her bra, and yanked it off. He stared at her exposed breasts and nodded. “You were right – what’s your real name?” “Tiffany.” “Nice name – I like it better than Kathy. You were right, Tiffany – great tits, especially for a 16-year-old. I’ll get.