He's allowing me to feel special, to be his little girl."Tell me what you want," he says."I want to please you, Sir." How?" Any way you see fit, Sir."...Don't be coy, slut. I'm going to ask you again. Tell me what you want."I whine. Though I've asked for this a hundred times, I still feel funny somewhere deep inside when I do. "I want to suck your cock, Sir." Good girl," he says, undoing his belt buckle. "Go on, take it out. Show me how eager you are, you little cocksucker."I undid the button. She was wearing running shorts, a white t-shirt, sunglasses, and a baseball-style cap. Seemed she was coming back from a jog.At twenty seven, she was seven years older than me. She had just retired from playing for a WNBA team, but she wasn't the stereotypical female pro-basketball player. Christine was tall for a woman, a shade taller than me. She was very attractive with long black hair and beautiful green eyes. Her body was fit from years of playing sports, but still very feminine at the. They made the most tremendous fuss of her and persuaded Lisa to put off her departure for the cottage for several days before the pair finally made good their escape."From what Lisa said of you I was expecting an altogether less feminine person!" said Mr Griffiths one day as Samantha and he were walking the family dog."I suppose she told you about me being her trainer! Well, I am not an aggressive person myself, but I do admire Lisa for being so strong and ready to stand up for herself - and. This happened when my parents were out of town for couple of months, in the year 2004; I was alone at home with my dog (rottweiler). It was my weekly off so I had called few of my friends for booze party. We enjoyed our beer, food, watching movies n then everybody left by 3 am. I was feeling lonely without my parents as I knew they are going to be away for long time. I was standing in my balcony smoking n watching the deserted road.Suddenly I saw a girl of around 20 yrs, dark, slim, average.