"Frank" he introduced himself, as he turned towards the kitchen. "I know, I'm Christina" the slut spoke, her voice obviously of a younger age then Fra...k expected. Frank grinned, he knew this was going to be one hell of a fuck. "Well Christina, you know why you are here, but you aren't obviously an usual, tell me, how old are you?" Frank questioned as he opened up his fridge grabbing a cold beer. "Well, I'm 16" Christina explained, biting her bottom lip. Frank grinned even wider, wasn't this. She took a few steps forward, calling his name. She gasped when she felt a hand on her throat. She tried to scream out loud, but couldn't. She tried to figure out who was behind her, but a second hand covered her eyes. She was almost in tears when the voice was whispering a violent 'Shush!' into her ear, and the hands were removed. She felt the same set of hands rapidly turning her around. She fearfully opened her eyes, and saw him. All the fear drained from her body and was replaced by anger. . I have so many chores to do I really need to hurry" I hope this gets me out of whatever lecture awaits me. I fail in In this goal."No Steve you will be helping miss yuki here with whatever she needs today... I better not her a single negative comment from her or you will ride the bench even more than you already do" he nods to her and walks off uncaring about what this is for obviously."Watashi ni shitagatte kudasai wakai otoko" she says in japanese in flat emotionless tone. Her walking down. ‘Oh… that feels really good,’ I said and it did. I could feel the smile in her voice as she said: ‘I’m glad that I can make you feel better. ‘You know,’ she added, very slowly, ‘it might be easier if you were to remove this shirt so that I can really work my fingers into your skin.’ I leaned up slightly and she helped my to remove the jeans shirt that I was wearing. I had a white T-shirt on underneath. She then stretched her hands down from my neck, sliding them under the collar of my shirt.