I didn’t dare risk even a wink and made sure I paid close attention to the team she was introducing. As she presented them formally I made mental no...es. Three guys and four girls, all under thirty, all keen as mustard and anxious to shine. Young countries produce young elites, and I wondered what sort of backgrounds these kids were from. I shook hands with the men and kissed the women on both cheeks. It’s a European thing. They were looking at me nervously: Heaven only knew what Elena had told. Bookmen would bump my pussy with her face. Sometimes I would hit hers with my face or head on purpose but let on that I tried not to.By the time I was thirteen I began to grow little tits of my own. I started to have some shape to my body and noticed I was growing hair on my little pussy. I remember the day I had my first period. I was sitting on Mrs. Bookmen's sofa when I noticed stains of blood on my white shorts. I cried out and Mrs. Bookmen rushed over to have a look. She stripped off my. I had no idea what time it was until I looked up at the clock and saw that there were only 3 minutes left until the school bell rang and people would start knocking at the door. I tapped him and pointed at the clock and he said,"Oh shit, I'd better finish this fast!"He then put my ass into over drive and fucked me like a fucking machine set on the highest speed. Every stroke went balls to tip but it was so fast that it just felt like he was going a few centimeters out and back in. My G-spot was. He must do this all the time, I thought. He managed to stop just shy of my entire ass going numb; as it was it just burning hot and throbbing.“Mind if I mouth fuck?” Pete asked, breathing a little heavy from lust and exertion. While he asked he stuck two fingers deep in my pussy, still wet and humming from the nearness to my abused flesh. I knew he wasn’t asking me. Mr. Shaver nodded, lighting up another cigarette, and Pete pulled me up from the desk by my hair, forcing my stinging ass.