"In the two weeks intervening before the prom, Mark had managed to interview three more candidates, two of whom had absolutely no chance of making the...spirit squad at the college to which they had applied. The third candidate, Sue Ann Pfeiffer, was quite the opposite. The first thing that Mark saw was her smile, which seemed to go on forever. It was attached to a very cute face and indirectly to a one hundred pound bundle of enthusiasm. Sue Ann was seventeen, a senior, the captain of her. “Suck it, boy. Take my cum,” he rasped as he guided his dripping cock-head into my mouth.He seemed to have a great sense of where my gag reflex started, as he’d push his cock into my mouth until it was just beginning to be uncomfortable, then slowly pull back before doing it again, pushing a little deeper each time. Time stood still, and before I realized it I was taking the length of this stranger’s cock all the way to the root, his nut-sack bumping against my chin. I don’t know how long he. .."I want you to come to my country house and help me with my daily chores."I couldn't believe it. Was it real? Could this really be a chance to serve my mistress? Is it a joke?I was skeptical. I responded quickly,"Mistress Terie you are my master and I am your slut, but at this time I cannot move to your country house at this time. Thank you so very much for the offer." It pained me to tell her this and even the possibility of this being reality made my cock hard all the time...Mistress Terie. Before when one of us were in the shower, the other one just could come in and go the bathroom. She started locking the door when she was in the shower. When I was in the shower she wanted to use the bathroom but she said she would wait. Then it went from her walking around in her underwear to wearing pajama pants. We still would have good conversations but she would be more distant in other ways because she already got the fact that I thought she was hot and attractive.Well my hours got cut.