But at the same time my social life was pretty much non-existent. The bulk of social interaction I had were the customers who came into the store and ... few friends from school who would keep me company at the shop for an hour or so. Going through puberty behind a counter sucked for the most part but it was true torture in the summer when women would come into the store wearing short dresses, tank tops without bras and jean shorts cut so short that the pockets show from the bottom. A couple. It is warm and wet. I am being sucked! Not only am I being sucked, but my cock is surrounded by her mouth. Heather must have learned something recently but not by me! My cock goes in deeper and deeper. I cannot believe how good she is. I feel her reach the root of my cock. Her mouth is in my pubes and then I feel her tongue lick the top of my balls! I reach down to grab her head and hold it down on my cock. Heather stops sucking and tells me to keep my hands to myself or she will stop. I put my. Very slowly, being swallowed up into the slave’s mouth as my grip on her hair forced her down until I was fully and finally lodged in her throat.“Do not move, slave. You will not move a single inch until I say you can. I know that your throat is sore, slave. In fact, I’m counting on it. This is only the beginning. If you understand these orders so far, hum once. Slowly.”She did as instructed.“Good. From this point forward, if my cock is in your throat and I ask you a question, you will give one. I knew from the start, during my first prepubescent sexual awakenings that sex was going to be a major part of my life, and I grabbed the opportunity (and my cock) with both hands, and gleefully entered the wonderful world of experimentation, self gratification, and exploration. My nightly teenage manipulations, combined with a vivid fantasy imagination, had me seducing and fucking all my teachers one-by-one. I had Miss Naude, the blonde Afrikaans teacher with the great bum and lovely full.