She lived as quietly and unobtrusively as possible and went out of her way to blend into the shadows. While she made no friends, she had no enemies ei...her. The only noticeable action of hers, which caused her to stand apart from the others of her station, was that she often snuck away from her duties to pray for her father in the chateau's unused and dilapidated chapel.An unfortunate twist of fate forced the role of servant upon the girl, not the circumstances of her birth. Christine had the. It was so soft I squeezed it and got instantly hard. She gave that oh look at me enjoying it. I knew she wanted this white dick for sure now. Next period was Mr. West's and Ms. Gray's lunch and he asked Ms. Gray if she wanted to catch some lunch at McDonalds. She told him no she has something to do. The bell rang and everyone left, I was acting like I was finishing up an assignment though. It was just her and I. She quickly shut and locked the door. I told her I only have a few minutes before . She wanted to feel Benji holding her down and shunting his big, thick cock into her. Marissa sneaked a hand down the chaise and beneath her hips, tucking into her tiny, royal blue bikini bottoms to lightly play with her pierced clit. The slight pressure felt so good, and in her alcoholic haze, Marissa didn't care that she was outside, mostly naked and masturbating. Her fingers stroked and teased, tugged and dipped between her folds, spreading her growing wetness and feeding her arousal. She. “I hope you still have some energy left,” she said, “I’d hate to have to torture you into a hard-on.” “Torture?” I squeaked. She grinned wolfishly and placed a hand against my cheek. “Don’t worry,” she said, “I think you’d like my torture.” Her other hand was slowly stroking my cock. “Do you know how to lick a woman?” she asked. I gulped and nodded. “Really?” she said sternly, “Do you really know how to go down on a woman?” “I think so,” I said, or tried to. My throat had collapsed on me and I.