Becky had a penchant for hard teen cock. Something that started when she was a Junior in high school. It was not long before she was sucking over half...of the football team. Word, of which, had reached the ears of Coach Dean Trimmer, an old jock that had a penchant for teen girls.Soon Coach Timmer had Becky in his office on her knees sucking his hard cock. She was doing such a good job that the coach thought because she was doing such a good job, he should not be the only one being pleasured.. ...please fuck me... Oh god, I want you sooo much..." you whine. I know this is true, all my senses confirm your passions are afire and that you are beyond aroused. Still I'm not quite ready for you just yet. "Patience girl. You must learn patience. I fully intend to fuck you as you request, but in my time and only after I have brought you to the edge. More than once." Those last three words make you tremble. More than once. Those words hint that this is going to be a long frustrating night for. You can tell me if you have. I am just asking. It will be our little secret” chechi said in a promising voice. I turned towards chechi who was still on bed. She had turned this side. Suddenly my eyes went down for a second towards her legs. The skirt is above her knees and she is keeping her right leg bend, knee upward making her skirt slide little more up showing more of her thighs but not that much but again more than I have seen ever. It all happened within seconds, me looking at her legs. It was more common in Salas proper to differentiate someone based on their occupation rather than family name, hence Dent would be Dent the Warrior or t'Warrior and Sosho might be Sosho t'Seamstress."I don't know if I like that," he continued. "I don't like being reminded you two are slaves even if you are technically mine." Well I can't say it bothers me very much," she answered. "I'm beginning to see that the reality of being a slave here is a lot different than I thought it would be." She.