In London I came to life!I was happy to live in a student hostel and although it was nice to mix with lots of students from around the world, and alth...ugh my course at UCL was enjoyable, I was anxious to experience sex. My first adventure was accidental. Near where I lived was the Caledonian Road and there were a number of interesting shops and I loved wandering about just looking at all the different types of shops and different ethnic restaurants. In a small backstreet was a nice café called. Mistress T was in sandals today and she had her toes painted nice and pink. She was a very beautiful woman, think with blond hair that she sometime wore long. She was white with smooth skin. It was a day time outside and she was buttering her toast.She had her slave boy Tyrone. He a cute man, obedient, kissed her feet and was a nice little toilet slave. Lately he been uppity and ignore her orders in public.“Tyrone passed me the butter.”“Ok Here”She gave him a cold state“How do you answer me”. Please!" I begged, my cock throbbing painfully between my legs, as a drop of pre-come trickled out the tip. My body gyrating as my pelvis rocked against the mattress.Fiona looked at me with a wicked smile. "Oh baby, I don't have sex with little girls. But, I do fuck with them. Besides, we're only getting started."My whole body trembled, I as pleaded some more. "Please, Miss Fiona, I beg you! I need to come so badly! I've never felt this way before, please!" I know, honey, but you must be. He knew what he was doing - he was just baiting the trap.He pulled a baggie out with a yellowish powder in it, along with a glass pipe. He calmly asked, "ya ever do H?"Annie had no clue what it was, but she was confident she could do most anything. Plus she didn't want to look "inexperienced" in Brad's eyes. So she said, "Sure let's do some!"Brad had her on the hook and proceeded to load the pipe and take a hit. He quickly exhaled and handed the pipe to Annie. She took a toke and coughed.