Three fourteen and there wasn’t anyone in sight as she looked around her. Before moving on, she took one look back up the slope. Nothing.“Bloody s...upid steps!”The deep, angry, male voice had Sienna turning in shock. Near the old steps, a tall, blue-shirted man, was uncurling from patting at the knees of his pants. When he raised his eyes and saw Sienna, a big smile belied the angry words he’d just uttered. “Sorry about that,” he said, glancing behind him, as he flicked a mop of fair hair from. .under a real hood...no comparison is there....your boot or my booty...A no fuckin brainer.” Geez was I riling my man. Well I had been fuckin ignored for a car. “Oh Christ...fuck you...God...you bugger...Yes...Yessss....Oh ....Orrgh” well of course I couldn’t provoke Andy any more. He’d had enough of my trash talk and started fingering my arse with one and then two fingers as his cock snugly worked deeper into my pussy.He then hit my frickin personal spark plug and fired my body into a flushing. "You can't go out with her today, David," Miss Malone said.I... "Are you listening to me, David?" she asked. "It's very important that you come over to my apartment after school."I... "Please, David," Miss Malone pleaded after a few seconds.I... "Please, Master," she begged.Her second use of the word shocked me out of my stupefaction."Why the fuck..." I started to say, but stopped when my voice cracked from the rising panic.I put my hand over my mouth, closed my eyes, and took a deep. This child…First, she’s a bit of a beauty. Looks like she’d grace the cover of ‘White Kids Monthly‘. Fresh, creamy complexion with freckles below a set of blue eyes. Red hair with a bit of natural wave to it, framing her face. Her clothes were clean, the shorts and polo shirt giving her a neat appearance. It’s obvious that she practices good hygiene, and when she speaks, it’s obvious that she’s not under stress. I know, as a professional, some of the signs to look for. First off, I can’t.