" I whimpered like a little girl. "You certainly are a needy whore aren't you? What will you give me if I let you cum?" he asked. "Anything, Master, I...ll do anything you want, just please, please, make me cum!" I said, even more desperate now. Begging always turned me on and with him continuing to churn my pussy and clit it drove me nuts! I was swaying back and forth slightly as I stood in front of him, struggling to maintain the position he wanted. "Well my dirty little whore, I am Master and. Why are you here?” He grabbed his chest in mock hurt. “I though we were buddies, Brian.” “We haven’t been ‘buddies’ since you ditched me to hang out with the future dropouts of America.” His face hardened. “I’m gonna graduate, thank you.” “You’re going to fail Physics.” He didn’t say anything, but stepped aside for me to pass through the gate. As I did, he put one firm hand to my back and guided me away from the direction of the locker room. “What are you doing?” I asked. “We’re going to talk.”. Miranda was in her forties, divorced and apparently carefree. She had a menial job and not much money but owned a small house that had been in her family for generations. The house wasn't in El Tablado itself, which was a good thing, as we will get to in a while. El Tablado had a population of around 100. The streets were narrow and the houses were close together. Everybody knew everybody else, apart from the vacationers who came for the weekend or a week, and even then, within a day or two. Nahi rahi tha bolti thi ki mar tamana thi ki ki musalman ka land dekho or us sy coodo us ki ki sehali ney bataya tha ki musalmano land bahoot bada moota or taqatwar hoota hai to may ney us sey poocha kesa laga to boli ki bad may bataoo gi pehley kaam too pura kar loo phir may ney us ko sedha kiya us ki dono tangey khooli or aak tanng ko aapney right sholder par rakhi or aapney do pair ko aak dewar say laga liyey woh keh rahi the bus jadi aapna land meri choot may daloo may mey fooran hi land ko.