A chav was a teenager who wore a hooded top track suite trousers called trackies training shoes called trainers and no under ware, they were lawless ...oamed in gangs and people avoided them if they could even the police stayed clear of them, it was only poor people who liked them. 12 year old Cindy a girl from a very rich family was walking home from the shops with her best friend Sally also 12 from a rich family as they rounded a bend Sally nudged Cindy said ” oh look it is a chav having a wee. I'd looked at her for weeks, and we'd only ever done this in my mind. In reality, her breasts were bigger, her thatch was darker, her gloriously desperate cunt was tighter. In reality neither of us were going to last nearly as long as we had when only my mind was fucking her.Inevitably, we both became even more excited. Our levels of arousal rose beyond reason. The movement, the friction, the heat and the surprisingly smooth texture of her pale skin were too much.I felt her legs tense, and the. " Trink glared at Marti'en quickly straightening out his beard he went off muttering about fine fellow's getting a bit windblown now and again. To everyone's surprise Marti'en walked over and motioned Hank to bend down, when he did she gave him a hug "glad to see you home my boy, now take me to see your lady." Hank smiled at Marti'en "she isn't my lady, she's a good friend." he told her as they went up the staircase. Marluxion smiled as he watched them. Rav looked at Mar with a raised eyebrow. At first, it's cute, the way they try to outdo each other in their eagerness to serve. But mean, little digs begin to sneak into their conversation. All the girls have favourites, and it’s bad form to deliberately play up to someone another slave begs to worship. Eventually, there are harsh words and then sullen silence, which is what I find in the dungeon where l’ve had them brought to me. Wisely, they greet me with pleasant expressions, but neither cares to deny her spiteful conduct toward.