Southern drawl? I’m surprised it’s not Middle English, but you, being from an alternate reality and all, well, we can let it slide. ‘Don’t wo...ry,’ the boy continued. ‘Everything’s going to be just fine!’ The knight was catatonic, anger, humiliation, shock, every single emotion permeates her entire being. ‘Be careful in those heels,’ Paul pointed at the floor. ‘Rather slippery around here.’ ‘I’m not a GIRL!’ the knight exclaimed in a state of obvious denial. ‘You’ll PAY FOR THIS!’ ‘Ah!’ the boy. ‘Your going to see how good it is to suck cock, my pretty slut. On your fucking knees.’ As he kneels I slide the strap-on in place, and adjust it tightly. ‘Seeing you there makes me so hard.’ I rudely stroke my cock. I adore seeing my slut from this position. Looking up at me. So eager to please and also a bit nervous. He knows I will force him to swallow my long, thick cock. ‘Open your mouth.’ He obeys. His eyes close I smack his cheek and he is startled. ‘Keep your eyes open,. It made me feel special and I embraced it by pursuing my anal curiosity. So whenever I had the house to myself I'd have fun.It started with a finger, a pen and eventually a highlighter which was my biggest item to handle at the time.(I'm from a small town in Ontario so parents/adults are friends)-----------------------------------My first experience begins when I was an 18 year old, fresh out of our little high school working a summer job for the town in order to save up enough money for. The whole idea of those boys cocks spurting their spunk onto the knickers I had been wearing was so overwhelmingly erotic I had weeks and weeks of wankings. Unfortunately, of course, I didn’t dare keep the ‘offended’ knickers and had to throw them in a dustbin the next day. I was sorry, in a way, but I just thought that if I’d put them in the laundry basket my mum could have asked a few very awkward questions! I never got to know who the boys were who’d soiled my knicks. I had my suspicions but.