“Anyone read last night’s assignment?” He sighed. No one even rustled. “No wonder nobody passed the quiz. Class dismissed for the day, we’ll...talk about this next week.” He watched as they packed up their book bags and filed out of the classroom. He turned and sat at his desk, exasperated. Kids these days, he thought. They don’t care about where they came from or the history of the country. “Mr. Roberts?” A voice interrupted his thoughts. He looked up, one of his students was standing in front. As we walk across the parking lot,I feel my adrenaline start to pump and my cock starts to tingle from anticipation as my grandpa holds my hand as we walk towards the front door. Once we reach the door,grandpa kisses me on the cheek and tells me to be a good little slut tonight,I just smile and wink at him and we walk in. As we enter I notice everyone staring at me,whispering amongst themselves and smiling. I notice there are about 12 men there all over the age of 50,most in their 70's,my. That something was the collar, tight, around my neck. It had been a gift from Daddy, for being his good little girl. A charm hung from the metal ring spelling out the word, slut. Most people would consider it to be vulgar, or degrading. To me, however, it is a symbol of acceptance and unity. It signifies that I belong to him. Truthfully, I’d have it no other way. The Master treated me like a princess. That is as long as I remained devoted to his every whim. The sound of the key card sliding. She ever so slowly and teasingly pushes her head forward so that her mouth, inch by inch, engulfs his cock. Anton Kocbek moans in a lustful ecstasy at the feeling of Anja’s head in his hands as he feels her wonderful and loving soft mouth sliding slowly up and down over his cock. He revels in the feeling of her tongue constantly moving and lapping over and around his raging cock as it penetrates right to the very entrance to her throat. Then he cums, spurting directly down her throat. As he.