Her model slim body is perfect and has firm up sloping tits with mouthwatering cherry red nipples that are always poking out from beneath her shirts b...cause she never wears a bra, a tiny waist, a sweet, round butt that is made to be kissed, and long coltish legs. I fell in love with her the instant I saw her, which might seem strange since she was on her hands and knees in the middle of a bed with a black man fucking her doggystyle while her head bobbed up and down over the huge shaft of. Behind her, she could hear her new Mistresses laughing at her and wondered how long this game could last and how she could get back at them.She reached the car and tried to get in, but the door was locked, so she just stood there facing the car, trying to hide her body. The other girls finally got there and Linda unlocked the doors, allowing Tracy to get in. They reminded her to sit in the back like they had taught her. Legs spread apart with her feet touching a door on both sides and her arms. To put it bluntly: Connor was a nerd. The unruly dyed hair and lack of glasses were somewhat atypical of the stereotype, but otherwise he fit quite well. He was a lanky and somewhat ungainly boy, an excellent student in every class but gym. Girls never noticed him, and the guys either laughed at him, or tried to force him to do their homework. It wasn't that he liked being alone--he was a red-blooded teenage male, after all--but he didn't seem to have many options. Barring a miracle, he was. I heard my own breathing turn to panting and then to weak mewling and moaning in time with my rising stimulation.That first climax hit me like a freight train leaving me nothing more than a hot wet smear across the landscape, unstoppable and loud and devastating. My Master smiled at me and told me I was a good girl but there was more, so much more. Unable to take my hands from the headboard I just moaned and my hips rolled and my toes curled as I felt myself being taken from peak to peak.Every.