I’d prepare for my date and would naughtily ask me to be careful, and not to do anything naughty with the girl.She already knew I never had any sex ...ith any of my girlfriends, and that I was always a gentleman. Mom and I were so frank that she’d sometimes ask me to drink beer with her at nights. But I used to be a little shy doing that around her. Although, she knew I drank with friends.I recently had a breakup with one of my girlfriends and was lying down in my room watching a movie on my. ‘I’m surprised.’ ‘Well, you don’t have to tell me that,’ I smiled. ‘I can tell.’ ‘You’re very observant.’ She chuckled. ‘Sit down, please.’ I sat in the desk in front of her, facing Elisabeth. I really wasn’t sure why she was talking to me so suddenly. I’ve never even spoken to this girl, who was smiling away as if she hit gold, but yet her grin was warm and sweet. ‘So what’s up with your life?’ Elisabeth asked, breaking my thoughts. ‘Nothing really,’ I replied, wondering why she asked me. In this conservative village, people take a shaved pussy as the sign of a whore and now think of me as one. I ask you if I can touch your magnificent breasts.You: you may touch my breasts but only if you dont try taking that bra of, as that's my job and if you try i will punish you with more worms and stinting nettles this time instead of a spoonStranger: "Yes, mistress. I don't want to be punished" I begin massaging your breasts, and circling my fingers around your nipplesYou: wow that feels. It slipped in past my sphincter muscle rather easily, and slowly moved into my rectum. The fucking motion that followed felt wonderful, just as I had imagined it would. I met the thrusts halfway, pushing back with all my might to meet the intruding phallus. I was getting ass fucked with a wanton abandon that far exceeded my expectations.George’s grip on my hair tightened, and I could feel his cock well up and tremble, as his hot jizz pumped into my mouth, and I began swallowing as best as I.