I looked between my legs. Richard exposed his muscular body and showed me his erect cock. It was huge.‘I’ve opened your slut hole for you.’ He t...en moved the tiny handheld camera to my hole and in the screen I saw it open and move back and forth.‘Push out as hard as you can,’ ordered Richard. I complied until I felt the tip of his cock push through. So far so good. He then pushed harder and the pain was severe. Repeatedly, Richard told me to push out and relax but he shoved his cock fully in. I. Holly was 12 and in 6th grade. {I don't even go to school.I am home schooled. And I don't have a best friend. And who were thesegirls? Dreams are so weird.} She was a real brat and had blonde hair.Really just a snotty little cheerleader. Probably drove boys her ownage crazy. But I didn't pay her much attention. I was a senior andwould graduate this year. She was still in middle school. To tell thetruth it felt weird even walking with them. They showed me no respectand talked to me way too. She was playing with it too and was just a horny bitch out of control. Unfortunately by the time we got home she wasn't feeling well, barfed and passed out on the bathroom floor. Today she hasn't been in the mood. I've talked to her about my desire to take her to a movie house and have her suck off strangers at a glory hole. She got hot but didn't really approve or disapprove... We haven't really had a time to talk about this much. I don't like the feeling of her infidelity but the subject. One ad in particular caughtmy eye, because I had a fetish for high heeled boots. Mistress Moniquesaid in her ad that she could turn any slave into a whimpering whore. It was her picture that really got me. She was dressed from head to toein glossy black vinyl, with thigh high boots that had impossibly high heels. I noted the phone number, and later that day, made an appointment that would forever change my life. The address that I was given turned out to be a split-level house in what.