.I don’t have anyone to do it for me.” I told him. the sad truth settled us into a quiet, somber moment.After a while, Steven eyed me for a second...and then told me shyly, “I have a few times, I guess.” He confessed.“That’s Ok Steve. Like I said, everybody does it at one time or another.” That seemed to put his mind at ease.We remained quiet for a few more minutes. I wanted to ask him about his friends and what they had said about me. I wanted to ask him what he thought about what I’d said to. The musky scent of a man as I took him all the way down my throat. Feeling the flesh of a mans cock as he gets harder and tighter as I slowly put him into my mouth for the first time. Many a night I jacked off to these thoughts... Cut or uncut, bent (but not too bent) or straight, I loved the look of a nice big juicy cock, and I wanted it BAD.It wasn't till halfway through December though that things started to change for me. Or rather, get interesting. I had switched from doing daily Front. "I am not a charity Matilda, you have a number of clothing items thathave been purchased on your behalf," she handed Matthew a sheet of paperwith a list of items and the value against each one. He scanned over thelist, Underwear, Bra, Playsuit, trousers black, Jumpsuit, Shorts, Blouse,Shoes, Boots amongst others. At the bottom a total of ?226.29."In total Matilda you owe me ?466.29." But Ms Thornbury, I had no idea you.........I mean that I....." Oh come now Matilda, did you really think that. The petticoat only accentuated her thin waist and her wide, delicious hips. She turned slowly, looking for something she might have missed. But there was nothing.She couldn't miss school tomorrow. It was her senior year and tomorrow was the last day to take the SAT's, but she certainly couldn't go like this. She looked at her clock. 10:20. She needed to come up with a solution before it got too much later. Her eyes wandered from her clock to the cup, stuffed with pens and pencils...and a pair.