Drew was still sitting on the couch, his legs splayed apart with his cockstill swollen and shiny from my saliva. "Please don't tell Lisa," I request...d meekly. "Don't worry, buddy. It'll be our secret," he assured me. "And please don't talk about fucking her again," I added, only to get asilent smirk from him. That request would be denied, as that night opened the door for Drew tobully me into sucking him off whenever we were alone. It continued forweeks, with his barrage of insults. Some of these whores look dangerous. We don't want to start anything, so we find a corner and attempt to hide."Well," one of the bigger ones says. "Look at this. Fresh meat. There' not even numbered yet." Leave them alone," another one says. "Can't you see that they're scared to death? Hell, I was scared to death the first time I was brought into the Whore's Court. Don't worry, Honeys, you'll get used to this life eventually. It won't be long and you'll be numbered and working in the same. I was like dumb, but the feelings was great because it was my first kiss. When I came outside of cabin her face was reddish and mine too. When nobody was there I ask her, do you love me? She says Yes. I was just mad and then we started to move around nearby places like garden, restaurant etc. where I like to touch her, kiss here and sometimes little bit of fondling of boobs which gave me current. One day we go to see movie and there we do very much of kissing, smooching and boob pressing, she. I stood there with some amusement, when a surly youth in a fancy shirt and trousers ran past me. He was evidently annoyed that the stag had gotten away from him so far. He carried a spear and wore a knife at his side in a bronze sheath that looked bit too ornate for these surroundings. He was clean-shaven, perfumed, and long-haired. His golden locks reminded me of the woman, but his eyes resembled those of some of my more troublesome students. He wore no cap, but plenty of jewelry ... too much.