As soon as it touched down i called..no answer!i called again...nothing.Looking at my watch it was goin on 4 am and i was still at the airport with no...hing but a fucking number with no answer! i have never been so fucking helpless in my whole life. Here i was goin through all this begging a gay Master to let me be his bitch!!! How could i have fucked up so much! Again i was helpless. i was totally His! He had full control..i felt like his little pawn..his little toy..his little bitch! And. ..was entered, eagerly waiting for him to increase the tempo.Dammit! Even when recalling a true experience, I kept shifting into thegirl's point of view. I desperately conjured other memories of mylimited sexual past...but it was useless - I became female in every one.My heart leapt into my throat - the first boy finished the test. Hestepped to the front to have Miss Barton score it, while I waited with aracing pulse. I could not stop my eyes from looking at his crotch,wondering how big he. She took in a deep breath and then quickly exhaled.“We can skip the blow job,” I said.“No way,” she quickly shot back, as she squatted down between my spread legs. She fumbled at the opening to my pants, feeling for my manhood. In an instant, she had found what she was fishing for, pulling my eight-inch steel rod out from the confines of my trousers and my bikini briefs.She planted a light kiss on the end of my cock and then slowly and methodically ran her tongue around the greyish bulb end of. .. you'll get there, GO ON! Aaaahhh."Shaq carefully lined up his body to give Anna the best chance to bear down as deep as possible, to make her gain those precious couple of extra inches during her explosion."Keep going baby! Shake Shaq!"After a short but intense workout, Anna finally collapsed exhausted onto his chest again, panting and gasping from all her push-work. Her shirt stuck to her skin, soaked in their sweat."Good work, baby. Good work..." Shaq panted, as he softly stroked her hair.