Her lips clamped hard and she slowly eased him out of her mouth, her tongue trailing the entirety of his length.“You're a grower …” Something in...his eyes, suddenly they were both giggling fit to burst - all the tension gone now. She observed with satisfaction the way he stepped out of his jeans, always sure footed and in control. Gripping him, she jerked his cock in short sharp strokes and flicked his head just had he had flicked her nipples. Another point of satisfaction when she noticed his. I make you the inheritor of my Hundley stock and you make me sole heir of your holdings. This agreement between us shall be in effect for one year. If you die I get your stock. If we die, you get mine. It's called a survivor's agreement. Are you game?" What if we both die?" he asked hesitantly."Then we are all totally out of luck and won't care about it anyway because we'll all be dead." She started to cry, "I'm scared and don't want to die. But if I do, I do not want those people to win. .a fish out of water in the local community but it was a catholic school so i kept my d**g laden lifestyle to a minimum in the town.I was teaching " art" at this convent school ...all good. But as soon as i worked back after school i had visitors from the convent. Students just happened to drop in and say hello.There was one in particular "Kim" Incredibly beautiful and entirely wanton..she made no doubt about what she wanted but the girls she that also hang around made things impossible.So i. “You have taken a taste, symbolizing your commitment to that which you do not understand, but are willing to accept.” She then put the finger deep in her mouth as she stared with iron cold eyes into mine. Slowly the finger emerged into sight, clean. “I drink more deeply, as I am now responsible for us both and I understand the depth of this commitment. We are now Master and slave.”Yeah, it sounds juvenile but there was simply more going on than just what I can explain in words. I would.