Her voice was so soft; she seemed to be whispering. Her large blue eyes always seemed to be moist and wide open. It was like she was constantly star...led. She was a living doll!After that first dinner… the first of many… the youngsters would drop by my place frequently… usually once a day. It was before the school term started and as recent arrivals, they hadn’t made any friends yet. During their visits, one or more of them would talk to me but from time to time, the others would disappear. “I am talking to you?” Her eyes blazed again. I tried the friendly approach. “Call me Toby.” She sighed, “Don’t bother with the pleasantries, Mr. Tarakan. You and your camarilla are scum.” She turned; her tight butt undulated and wiggled as she flowed on pencil-thin stilettos toward the drinks tray.“You are lustful, Mr. Tarakan.” She was inside my mind. She pointed with the riding crop. “From the moment I walked into that dingy bar, you have lusted for me.” Mea culpa I thought, guilty as. So you can show me properly, close to my cock so we can see the real difference and so that you get a good look too, a closer look."I look at the man for a moment. I'm stunned, images of our years of friendship run in front of my eyes, all my chats with Michelle ... then I hear her talking about his cock size again and I smile. I kneel down between his wide open legs. I am on my knees, in my husbands study, with his best friend sitting on his chair and with Dave's HUGE cock erect, pointing at. But that is a story for another time.So she hasn’t had sex with a man in a long time and that has made her very horny over time to the point where she has fantasized about having sex with any guy she sees. She hasn’t acted upon any of these thoughts though and usually only thinks about it when she is masturbating at home or even in the school bathroom.Her teacher, Mr. Jones, had just noticed that Sara was talking to Jason and said “Sara, I’d like to see you after class.” Sara fell silent and.