“I can tell you’re turned on…” he whispered into her, this time rubbing her nipple.“Very turned on, baby…I can’t help it, you’re so da...n sexy…” she sighed as he discretely pinched her hard nipple. He leaned in closer before placing wet, gentle kisses on her neck while he felt her beginning to tremble. He boldly slid his hand down her side before placing it on her thigh, softly rubbing her skin before sliding up her leg until he reached the hem of her tight dress. She naturally parted her legs. The carpet was OK, but she did not like the colour of the walls and ceiling. This she explained would mean taking out all of the furniture and covering the carpet as she went. She said she should have gotten to it sooner, but that some of the stuff is too big and heavy to do on her own. I saw my chance and offered to give any assistance I could. She showed a beautiful smile and said that any help with the couch and wall cupboards she would be most appreciative. My dirty mind tried to imagine. Two weeks ago, something happened which made me consider buying season tickets. I found out at the end of the game that her name was Ana. I was sitting right next to her. She was a cute little long-haired brunette. She was wearing jeans and a Boston College Eagles t-shirt. Not one of those loose fitting t-shirt, but one that made you really cheer for the home team. She was with who I assumed was her boyfriend, a guy called Dan, but of the two, she seemed to be the hockey fan. He didn't wear. " She cried and shook her head. It was too much for her. I didn't care. I raised up my hand, balling it into a fist. She grew extremelyfrightened now, thinking that I was going to beat her to death with it. She then closed her eyes, and nodded. But, it was not good enough for me. "Look me deep into your eyes and beg me to take your virginity." She opened her eyes, flooded with tears. "Please master, please take my virginity." "Slave, say, take it from me FOREVER." She.