Did i do something wrong sir? i asked him all sheepish, biting my lip. sit down, he said and pointed to a chair in front of his desk. i sat down and l...oked up at him, i was pouting, playing the concerned, scared little girl. you are a bad, bad girl lara! he said looking down at me. oh no! i said and pouted some more, then he hushed me and set the notebook on the desk. do you see what you’ve done to me? he asked me, no longer hiding his big bulge, which was right by my mouth. i looked at it,. Much like Cypress, he’s strangely serious about it all, but enjoys it nonetheless. I’m staring at him over one of Cypress’s old National Geographics right now – I like the pictures. Or that’s my explanation – I’m staring at Justin, who is eating a breadstick. What right does he have to be so cheery? ‘So you’re down in the Growhouse now,’ he says suddenly – I purposefully look up from my magazine. ‘Why?’ is all I can think to ask. ‘Maybe… Phoebe thought it was best?’ ‘No, I mean why do you. ? Do u wanna rub against my ass”“Its not your ass that turns me on”Saying that I turned around and looked at his cock. He asked so you wanna play with it . I nodded and kneeled down and started playing with his cock.I rubbed it in every way I have seen in Porn until he ejaculated on me.Now I asked him to make me ejaculate, He blinked while I made him to get his hands on my cock and masturbate. He did the same type of masturbation to me and we were finally done for that day.I felt a sense of. The other instances were just practice. But because we had had that practice, we were no longer nervous or tense. We wanted it to be special, but there was no doubt that it would be.After lying together kissing tenderly for a while, my hand went to Sarah's hip, where I slipped it under her blouse and felt her bare skin. That had a noticeable reaction in her, but a positive one. She sighed, and all of the worry and sadness she had felt before slipped away, to be replaced by a loving smile. She.