His father, just the sight of him made him sick.Max was thirteen years old when all the abusing had become too much. It was near the end of October. W...en one evening his mother came home one hour late, as she went to Hamleys in Regent Street to pick up a gift for her son. She was unable to take him trick or treating that year. To make up for this, she purchased for Max a set of football players for his Subbuteo collection.Hearing the front door, Max rushed to greet his mother. Embracing her. I looked up and out at the students. "Class!" I said.They all looked at me, blinking. I said, "I think it would improve the mood a bit if all the girls here went topless. Why don't you all take your shirts and bras off?"Without a word, they complied. At this age, there were girls in all stages of development. Several didn't wear a bra yet, but there were a couple whose tits were quite impressively large. One of the girls was wearing a dress, without a separate top to remove. She took the dress. “Do you want that?”“yes, … please.”“How I sat on your bed and reached under the sheets?”“uh huh.”“How I touched your little cock and made it hard?”“yeah.”“How I masturbated you? It was your birthday. You were so surprised.”“Uh huh.” I said. My cock was throbbing.“Are you hard right now?”“Yes.”“Remember how good my hand felt on your little penis? How wonderful my fingers made you feel?”“Uh huh,” she could hear my panting and she knew I was stroking desperately.“Jerk it, honey. Touch yourself. She wriggled like a snake, pulled my hair and squeezed me with her legs, my fingers went in and out of her, I applied more force on her clit, squeezed it with my lips and hit it with my tongue, she raised her hips and let herself fall with every shudder that my tongue gave her sex and her body during the merciless punishment.Again aroused and after she melted in my mouth, I broke away and moved to my knees sitting on my heels, I leaned forward resting my hands on the carpeted floor, I pushed.