He hesitated, looking at me for a moment then said, “I hope you don’t think I’m trying to seduce you, little girl. I’m not into children.” �...�I am not a child!” I cried. “I’m seventeen!” “I bet you still wear a training bra,” he said and laughed. Being very proud of my breasts and angry at being called a child for the fifth time that day, I reach down and lifted my t-shirt baring my breasts to him. I wasn’t wearing a training bra – I wasn’t wearing any bra – so he got a good look at my goods. “I. Slowly she lowered her mouth down my shaft while still staring right into my eyes moving her tongue all over as she did it. “Ohhhh. Mmmmm....” I moaned out and closed my eyes. My cock was halfway inside of her when her lips met her hand. She removed her hand and slowly pushed my hard cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. I felt the head of my cock at the entrance of her throat and she stopped. She then slowly raised herself up again until my tip was at her lips. Suddenly, she moved back down. "I wondered what she was talking about, who she was, and whom she represented. The answers would doubtless come soon enough, but whether I would survive long enough to pass on the knowledge remained to be seen.The forest thinned out and gave way to concrete. We were evidently entering the remains of one of the abandoned cities and I idly speculated which one it would be. Rusted street signs supported rampant vegetation that grew up from cracks in the ground. Derelict vehicles lay rotting at the. Is this how you receive your master?" I’m sorry, sir, I was drawing..." Come here," he ordered with a stern voice as he pointed at the floor in front of him.Seconds later, she was on her knees as he demanded. She looked at him with a little smile of devotion adorning her face."You know already this is your natural position," he said, petting her head, "and I told you this is how I want you to greet me when I get home." I’m sorry, sir, I didn't hear the..." She was not able finish her sentence.