" I do believe you are lying," said a gruff deep voice. "Tell me whereshe is and I won't kill you." She's not here," she repeated. Wow, this girl was ...evoted to me."Guard, slit her throat." NOOOOO," I screamed as I lept out of the closet. I wasn't letting herdie for me. Effectively a stranger."Ahh, Princess Sophia," the gruff voiced man said as he nodded to themedieval looking soldier who had a knife to the girls throat. Thesoldier slit it and let her drop to the floor, blood flowing all. There was no joking and ribbing - aside from gentle jabs at something dumb I’d done that day. She told me about the pressure at high school to fit in, to be fashionable, and how catty other girls could be. It astonished me how mean they were.She talked about the pressure to have sex. Being called a virgin was a complex label. If you’re pretty, you’d be labeled frigid or too scared. If you were a virgin and not pretty - a measure assigned by other girls that included looks and clothes - you were. I hissed in pain and she felt it.She told me to not to move and went inside to bring some of her moisturiser. She applied it on my shaft and slowly and steadily pulled it out. She told pull my shorts off and sit on the sofa. She quickly went in and was back with a bottle of cold water in her hand.She was so much caring about me or was it only my cock. She washed my lion with both her hands which was now feeling heat of her soft hands. She told me to pull off my t shirt as it was doing problem. He looks around also and satisfied he takes your hand and places it over his cock and quietly says “take it out and stroke it” while he unzips you and reaches into your fly wrapping his hand around your hot, hard, horny cock.As you hesitate he bends over and whispers in your ear “go ahead, you know you want to and nobody will notice”. Feeling the shape of his hard cock outside his trousers you slowly slide down his zip, reaching in & finding another surprise, his cock is wrapped in a small pair.