He looks down at you, his sharp eyes peering into your own.You swallow thickly, then bow your head in submission. You're already so hard it hurts. His...dominant energy is overwhelming and intoxicating."Hello," he says."H-Hello, sir," you manage to spit out. Fuck, he's hot.He smiles, then grabs a fistful of your hair. He yanks your head back, and you let out an involuntary whimper."Shall I pick you, little one?" he asks, his voice low.You lick your lips and avoid his eyes submissively. The ring. Cousin Jazz is running a little late. Can I offer you anything while you wait?”Nick shook his head. “Just a chance to catch my breath. Apparently, I’ve forgotten how to climb stairs.”“I guess it’s easier when you’re carrying a model,” called Jazz from the other room.Nick glanced over to where her voice had come from and saw that the door between rooms was wide open. “It definitely wasn’t easier carrying Emily. I just wasn’t about to let her see I was winded. I didn’t want to hurt her. Soon I had met a golden haired boy from the nearby village and we got used to spending time together, going to the orchards or the pond or the village market. In the afternoons it became a habit for us to visit the pond. We took off our clothes and plunge into the clear waters, and have a short nap among the bushes after that. In one afternoon after a long swim as we layed down to have a rest, we went to sleep so fast. In the middle of sleep and awakening, I felt the boy approaching and placing. I made an effort not to stare at Janie, who was wearing a miniskirt and short top, but concentrated on just being pleasant as she was introduced. She was a redhead, good-looking, and about the same size as Lettie.As we walked through to the pool room I was able to look at Janie from behind, seeing that her body is quite similar to Lettie’s: about five feet two or three, a fairly lightly built torso with a slightly heavier bottom half. Not ‘heavy’, you understand, equally lean in fact, but.