‘ I think you might want to use the private bathroom.’ ‘ Why is there something wrong, my hygiene’s usually up to par, don’t tell me.’ But...before I was able to finish, he could see the worry and frustration in my eyes, not to mention the tone in my voice so he decided to cut me off before I really began to lose it. ‘ Just trust me. Your hygiene is great, more than great, it’s just.’ ‘What….’ ‘Well, Ms. Lande.’ ‘Natash, call me Natash, now what is it Jason.’ ‘Natash….you seem to have gotten a. She must have understood that too because she begged me to let her down, and that she didn't want a baby since she was a teenager."Please let me go! I don't want to become a teen mom," she pleaded.I told her "Tough shit. Slaves don't get to choose."I sat next to her head and put my cock to her lips. She turned away, so I grabbed her hair and yelled, "Clean me up, slave bitch!"It wasn't the best cock cleaning, but it was a start. As she cleaned, I reflected on my good fortune today: $10,000 for. “Push with your hips when I go into you. Bump your clit on me.”This was new to her and her excitement built until she had her first orgasm just from cock alone. She shook and cried out her pleasure and then laid back limp, exhausted. I kept moving inside her until I felt my pleasure hitting its peak.“Here is the cock-juice you wanted!”, I exclaimed as the first of many hot spurts erupted inside her. She moaned with each one, saying how wicked she was. From the tone of her voice, it wasn’t a. I had to catch a city bus, two transfers, to get downtown to my job in a print shop, a pretty dirty job at that. Same bus, same time, I got on with a girl whose reputation was that of a “Loose” girl because she supposedly had fucked one of the popular guys, a football player. I thought she was pretty and I felt bad for her because I could tell she suffered that Scarlet Letter she invisibly wore. Things were so judgmental in parochial school, truly and so stuck up. No wonder I hated that.So.