As I came to I felt them starting to thrust. “Such a slut. Fucked by two large cocks at the same time… I bet he likes it too”, the strange man s...id.“His little cock sure looks hard”, my master replied with a chuckle. He was squeezing my ass and holding cheeks apart at the same time. Each time they would thrust into me I moaned. I hurt, but it felt good too.“Listen to the slut, probably has the time of his life getting his ass split in two.” I was blushing again, because I couldn’t stop moaning. I convinced them of the wisdom of dealing with a kid, that being underage the law was less of a threat and would find it as unlikely as they did that I was a supplier. I even managed to deflect one of the men's interest in young girls by bringing him to the best pro in the city, a former employee of one of Dad's whore houses, and yes Karen, he does own whore houses and a couple of gay bars as well, the Niemi family business has never been shy about profiting from sin, and he became her most. I was accepted into the scholarship program.The interview over she concluded, "So nice meeting you Britney. I lookforward to your starting our program in October."Britney! What was she talking about. My name is Brett so why would shesay such a thing. I was ready to correct her mistake and then realizedwhat she was doing. It was a test. At school, because of my name I hadoften been teased being called Britney in stead of Brett Spears. Yes,childish and stupid, but it was a trigger that made me. Her thighs were completely wet and when my finger slipped in, she was extremely tight. Her eyes were glazed over with pleasure, her teeth biting her lips to suppress the moans of ecstasy as I probed her, sometimes my finger as stiff as a rock, other times pliable. As she strained, about to let go, I stopped and retrieved my finger… slowly. I licked it sensuously, picked up my pencil, and returned to my papers. ‘Fuck me, please,’ Cheryl Smith, Professor of Ethics pleaded. I let her beg for a.