?No Sir,? I said very quietly.?This one’s for me. You can have one of the other girls,? he told my guard. I looked into his face and wondered what i... would be like to be the personal whore of the head of state. Would I be worse or better off? Time would tell.Returning behind the desk, he addressed us. ?You entered this state without permission and therefore must be punished for that. Afterwards you will be taken into the prison itself and given a uniform similar to that worn by the prisoners. ......" Please mommy, you know daddy told us not to miss out any details and I was doing what you said, I had to wait......... I told Diane about what we had learned in class and that I thought he had to ejack............ I pretended I didn't know that word and Diane said 'cum'. I told her I didn't know that word either and I think she was getting worried nothing was going to happen and I knew why Bobby was getting sore.........., she was rubbing his cock so hard, then she told me to watch,. .. ?”She winked. “I can wait. You didn’t look like you could, though!”“No, I could have,” I protested feebly.“Well, now you don’t have to!”I followed her up the stairs. A few seconds later we were swallowed into the energetic activity of the family meal. Lara and Heather hugged warmly for a long time, as did Heather and my parents. She was so bright-eyed. I felt my chest tighten as I saw her smiling and talking to my moms, acting like the picture of happy innocence despite the fact she had just. “Please fuck me!”You take my cum stained hair in hand and yank my head back so I can stare up at you with lust glazed eyes.“Please what?”“Please fuck me, Master!” I gasp. Your hand goes to the rope attached to my neck and you yank on it. I choke lightly. “Please!” I beg again, my voice strained.“Good girl,” you coo again, releasing the rope. You move behind me and spread my legs painfully wide. I cry out as the muscles scream at me with strain. You stroke your cock a few times before.