Me—-sir jo marzi kaam..bass mujhe paas karwa do.Sir—-tum mujhe khush kar doMain samaj gayi.Me—–sir aapka matlabSir—-dekho main jabardasti na...in kartaMe–theekh hai sir..lakin mujhe paas jaroor karwa denaSir–bilkul meri beti..Sir ki patnighar par nahin thiSir-beti mere paas aao.Main sir ke paas chali gayi.Sir–beta mujhe khush karna shuru karo.Main to paas hone ke liye kuch bhi kar sakti thi isliye maine sabse pehle sir ke saamne apne mummo ko dabaya..gol-gol sir dekhte hi reh gaye….phir maine. I was pretty much hidden from view, but anyone could have come along. When he returned, he ran a finger slowly down my back, starting at my neck. Before he reached my ass, I came. Just from being touched by a single finger. I wouldn’t have believed it possible. I was not very experienced then. Winston was only the fourth man in my entire life. So I didn’t have much basis for comparison. Even now when I have so exhaustive and exhausting a basis for comparison, he is still exceptional. It was. But then one day she walked into the classroom. Black, short top with inscription, denim skirt, but this time very tight, opaque, black nylons and wine-red Converse sneakers. I was flashed. I couldn't look away anymore. Sure, I knew Converse - but I'd never seen it like that before. Sabine's shoes triggered something in me, something that until then I only knew from dirty videos on the Internet.I looked down at myself. Indeed! I got an erection from her shoes. Was that possible? Can one be. He said, you are so smooth. I take it you shave? I said yes daddy. He said, all girls do. You do like daddy doing this to you don't you? I said, yes daddy. He smacked my ass. He said do you like this? I moaned, mmmmmmmmmmmmm yes daddy. He smacked me some more. He said, are you daddys little slap girl? I said, yesssss daddy. My hard on was so intense now. He stood me up and twisted my nipples. I have tits, little ones, but i do have some. My nipples are almost always hard and large for most.