Feeling like she was in a warm fog she still felt the tingling nerve endings of her vagina which had been overstretched by this boy’s surprising bul... then coated with his slippery, soothing sperm. What fifteen-year-old kid can be built like this, she thought as she eyed the bulk of his even limp penis and be able to keep it hard for so long?She remembered how offended she was when Sister Natalie joked about a relationship with the teenager working for her at St. Bart’s. Her experience with the. This is again what happenned one day when a woman he knew (and hated) left her purse unattended in a service station waiting room; she was pretentious, nasty,a real snob and all in all what you would call a total bitch. So when she left without her purse for a couple of minutes, he couldn't help himself but look into it, open her wallet, take out as much cash as he could, put the purse back, grabbed a magasine and casually whistled until she came back. He then left the room and quietly took. In dem gepolsterten braunen Umschlag befanden sich zwei Dinge.Das erste war ein altes, in Leder gebundenes Tagebuch mit einem abgewetzten Band darum, das den Deckel geschlossen hielt, das zweite war ein dicker Umschlag, auf dem mein Name, Melissa Gordon, in ordentlicher (wenn auch altmodischer) Handschrift stand. Der Brief darin war auf teures schweres Papier getippt, das ein Firmenwasserzeichen in der Mitte der Seite hatte. In dem Schreiben wurde erklärt, dass die Anwaltskanzlei von einem. “Yes, you are bad girl, Susan. You’re also a dirty little slut, aren’t you?” She didn’t answer.SMACK!! “I asked you a question, slut!” he growled.“Oowwwwwch! Yes Daddy! Yes I’m a dirty slut, a dirty daddy’s cock sucking slut!” she cried out.“Are you?”“Yes Daddy, I am your whore.Another smack, but not as hard this time. “Owwch, Daddy please!” she said.“My whore...” he repeated as if thinking about it. “Yes you are my whore now. So no more walking the street selling yourself, understand?”“Yes.