It would be tough, though. One good thing about spoiled rich girls ... they have great taste in clothes, even when cut off and no longer able to affor... them,” Janine spoke with a distinctly foreign accent.“Where are you from, anyway?” I was curious, given what graced my ears, “anyway, I think that I can achieve this for you, somehow. Maybe not right away, but in time to avert disaster for you.”“Orange Free State, South Africa. Yes, this accent is because my first language is Afrikaans. Zulu. ... there he was. Still in those tiny speedos, sauntering along the boardwalk. A beach-bag dangling from his shoulder.He swayed his hips as he walked. Even from the front I could see the sensual movement of his tight little bum.He turned his head towards me and made a wry little smile.I lifted my sunglasses to my forehead and looked at him. Today I wasn't going to pretend a lack of interest. In fact, today I wanted him to know that I was very interested. He changed course and slowed to a stop,. I looked up at him and he forcefully grabbed the back of my head, pulling my hair and making my yelp in the process. The pain of fighting my gag reflex, the dick resting firmly in my mouth, my sexy clothes, and the beautiful specimen of man in front of me was driving me crazy; driving out almost all of the surroundings. These thoughts were nearly thrown out of me as Denton fucked my face, taking no mercy whatsoever on me. His thighs slapped against my face and his cock poked the back of my. “Maybe,” Emma said, “I should wake mom and tell her what happened. Maybe she could check your pants to see if I was imagining things or not.” “Oh God,” he whispered. Emma laid a light hand on Mom’s shoulder. “No no, okay okay ,” he whispered quickly. “I didn’t say anything because... I... I liked what I saw alright? You’re not a little girl anymore and I... I noticed that. I shouldn't have but I did.” “So what were you going to do? Jack off thinking about it later? You humiliated me.” “Lets.