”Angela gasped!“Gaylee, you didn’t have sex with a woman!”“Oh yes, I did!” I assured her. “I’ve had sex with dozens of them!”She loo...ed shocked and astonished that I could be so frank about my answer.“Didn’t you ever want to play with a woman?” I asked her.She looked at me shyly. “I’ve thought about it,” she confessed.She looked away, then turning back, she whispered to me so quietly that I had to lean in to hear her. “I’ve wanted to try with you!”“We’ve plenty of time,” I told her. “Shouldn’t I apologize to you then?”Her eyebrows rose. “Apologize for what?”“For not showing you the same consideration,” I said, not sure I was making myself clear.Her smile returned. “I wasn’t looking for someone to make me feel better.” She closed her eyes and sighed. When she looked at me again, her eyes glittered. “You’re very sweet for apologizing. Thank you.” She leaned in and kissed me softly on the cheek. “For the time being though, you need to only worry about one thing.”Between her. I had just triggered it. Damn my bitchy Mistress! “Taliya, lay on your back and open your legs!” His voice could freeze a lake. Not good. “Master?” I heard what he said but I wasn’t comprehending it too well. didn’t know how he wanted me so I didn’t move. “Taliya! On your back! And show me YOUR PUSSY! NOW!” he shouted, grabbing my arm. “Yes Master!” I screamed, pain coursing down my shoulder as he twisted it savagely. What did he think I was? A pretzel? I was finally made to get on my. We still hope to get married, but it wouldn’t be a normal marriage at all, especially since I like to suck the dicks of every guy that she invites to fuck her and I like to let them bugger me,” the youth blurted.“How old are you, Art? How old is your girlfriend? What’s her name?” I peppered Art with questions while digging into my pizza.“I’m ... sixteen. I should mention that my girlfriend is also my babysitter. She’s twenty. Mom doesn’t know ... yet. She’d probably freak out. Her name is ....