I pointed to the floor, "You missed some."As anticipated, the cum-craving faggot, leaned down and scooped my cum with his finger and put it in his mou...h. I smiled, "You love my cum, don't you, faggot?"Although his red cheeks displayed his burning humiliation, he answered, "Yes." You love my cock, don't you?" Yes," he whispered."You crave more of my cum, don't you?" Yes," he admitted. "I expect you to find time for some of my cum during prom, understand?"He stammered, clearly unsure how to make. Suddenly she knew what she would like it to be, her mother'smaiden name of 'Martin'. She had been very fond of her mother and wouldhave loved to have been a daughter to her and to have grown up to be likeher. 'Elisabeth Martin' she thought, I like that!She shook herself mentally and physically and went to the kitchen and wasreminded that she had not yet had her own breakfast, she made coffee andtoast for herself. This would have not been sufficient for Bob, but herinstructions about food for. "Nate want to look at you." Nate Rexford?" Mary gasped."None other. You heard of him, huh?" Everybody's heard of him. He's one of the richest men in this part of the country, isn't he?" Yeah, I guess boss have lot of money. But one thing he like more than money." Mary was afraid to ask, so she didn't. "Virgins," Royce said and laughed like he'd lost his mind. "Lucky I save you last night. Or I be out of job." He wrenched her around roughly. "And when you see Mr. Rexford, you don't say nothing. You are to obey her." I understand, Master."A woman, perhaps in her early fifties appeared. While older, however, she was quite beautiful, her alluring fit figure still an hourglass beneath a sheer floor length gown which revealed small firm breasts and nest hair of ebony. Her face was pleasantly featured, her hair auburn, her eyes the brightest green Emily had ever seen."Emily, this is Melinda." Hello, Emily," smiled the woman warmly."Hello," replied the trainee, her eyes cast downward."You.