Still growing you know? I was left with Nasrin and the other maidservants in the house. It was only that day I realized how much this object (Nasrin) ...as fuck-able. I made no waste of time and began devising a scheme of how I was going to nail this bitch. I had already made a sketch but just needed to add the colors to my ingenious plan. As I was high, I had the bold courage of asking Nasrin to come on the terrace (on the pretext of something very important I had to tell her). Little did she. I use this slut to toilet! You waste my time. Where is other bitch??She’s outside washing your uniform, Lieutenant, Ma’am,? the girl whispered.?Where, girl? Speak loud. I can’t hear you squeak silly voice!??Miss, she’s out washing your uniform, Miss, Lieutenant.??Fine then. She wash uniform, you wash pussy. Come!?The blonde girl scampered over to her Mistress and Camp Commander.Lieutenant Nashiba made her way to her bedroom, the girl scuttling closely behind.Nashiba undid the buckle on her belt. I again took his cock all the way down my throat and tickled his balls with my tongue as he shot his load down my gullette! I gagged a bit, but finished him off, and he quickly left. As I turned to watch the movie I noticed the guy in front of me was turned around grinning at me and when I smiled back he stood and approached me. He was older, about late forties, chubby, and was wearing track pants that were pulled down to his knees. He waddled behind me and stood where the other guy had and. I enveloped his head with my mouth and planted the tip of my tongue on his frenulum pushing against it. I sucked on him with hard, deep suction. I lost track of how long I continued that, pumping and twisting, sucking and pulling. He had one hand on the back of my head. I looked up at him as often as I could. His chest was heaving and he was moaning hoarsely. But he never looked down at me.Soon I felt his thighs tremble and his abs tighten.“Force me,” I demanded.Finally, he looked down at me.