Gor was a fictional place. In time she would learn about her new home and her new and vindictive Mistress, the Lady Fortescue.The Man wiped his mouth,...having quenched his thirst. He swished the Slave Whip and stood over the thirsty Francine. He seemed to like what he saw and smiled broadly as he brought the blades heavily down on her breasts. Francine saw how strong the Man was. He wore only a brief thong and was barefoot like the Water Slave. She admired his muscles and her heart skipped a. Her own pussy was convulsing on my tongue, pouring her pussy juices into my eager mouth, and we shook and shuddered and emptied ourselves into each other. God it was soooo good.When we were both spent, I squirmed around until I was again holding her beautiful young body to mine, gazing into her dark, fire filled eyes, “Wow, wherever did you learn to do that?” I whispered. She chuckled, “Well, while I was waiting for you to notice me. And do something about it, I had to do something about my own. It was quite old and a bit grainy, Jenny said it was made five years previously when she was sixteen, it showed a school room with a teacher and one pupil, (Jenny)"My boyfriend worked there as a cleaner" she told me, "He kept the keys over a weekend and we shot this on the Friday night"The camera zoomed in to Jenny's face and then moved on down very slowly to her legs which she'd somehow forgotten to keep closed, then it moved up to the book she was writing in, it showed a spurting penis, the. I’ll pick you up in half an hour.”“Swimming suit?”“We’re going to the water park. It opened this weekend. It’s Memorial Day, remember?”“Yeah. I’ll be ready. I love you, Rachel.”“Mmmhmm.” Disconnect.Fuck!“Mostly, we’ve gotten used to you being a bit of a dork and sometimes sounding like you’re a hundred years old and hate the world,” Rachel said. I held my breath. Had I been acting my age? “Sometime you are too clueless to fathom. It’s like you weren’t even born in this century. You got hit.