Extreme caution should be exercised before reading. It is a violent, sad story and doesn't end well.My name is Ban. I turn eighteen today. Years ago, ...aster had decided to terminate my service to him on this day. I will tell some of my history. I will have to skip much because there isn't time left.I was raised in Master's house. My mother, all the other women, and I never wore clothes. We did wear collars. My mother wore a blue collar. The other young girls and I wore white collars indicating. His firm butt cheeks would tense up every time I flattened my tongue on his shaft. His trimmed pubes tickled my freckled nose. I noticed his tongue was long and pointy, and liked to explore. As he was a few inches taller he managed to bury his mouth under my balls sending me into a minor convulsion. His mouth somehow after all the action remained cool and comforting yet exciting and adventurous. Will and I were just about ready to pop our loads when Tyrone started to let out grunts. As hard and. Very few people seem to use the reference books and sometimes I have never seen anybody on the floor while I was there. If I saw anybody at all it would usually be girls using one of the computers.The reading desk is next to a wall decoration and looking in the mirrors I can see one of the computers located in a corner. One day when working my way through a reference book I could see the back of a girl seated at the computer reflected in the mirrors, she was communicating with somebody who I. I moved my hands to her pussy and parted her lips, finding her inner lips wet, hot, and smooth. I flicked my tongue out at her clit, wondering if her fianc� had ever done this to her, wondering what he would say if he saw us right now, my throbbing cock sticking high against my belly. Her legs began to shimmy and shake, and she grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face even harder into her lovely crotch. She came, low, guttural grunt escaping her lips. I stood, and she sat back on the.