He had changed at church. I turned, staring at him and shivering at how handsome he was. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was. Tonight was about more ...han me being a whore.He was taking me an a date. It was almost like he was courting me. My heart fluttered as he offered me his arm. I walked with him through the house on my new heels. They were so high. It was so different to walk on them. They clicked and made my ass sway.“This is going to be so much fun, Daddy,” I purred. “Who is it? Who’s the. "Open" he ordered and when I opened my mouth he stuck his cock into it and I began to suck on his beautiful hard cock. For several minutes I sucked on his cock and he fucked my mouth hard and fast as I gagged and choked trying to keep his cock in my mouth. He would slap at my cheek now and then adding to my delight. "You like black cock whore?" he asked and I mumbled an "Uh huh" back. He then took it out of my mouth as I gasped for air and firmly holding it, he started to slap at my cheeks and. She felt a similar tingly sensation in herown chest and after removing her blazer and tossing it across the roomunbuttoned her blouse. Her bra felt tight and restricting about herchest. She unfastened it and flung it slingshot like against the wall. Ittumbled like a piece of discarded packaging to the floor. Pierre reachedover and undid her belt as she did the same to him.In a flash Pierre's trousers and Kirsty's slacks lay in a crumbled heapon the floor. Kirsty began massaging Pierre's erect. It’s something that goes on all the time, at my college, in a big university. I know other girls who did it, but I swore I never would. It’s the end of summer school after my sophomore year, which is the hardest year, because the college busts the most people out, so it can weed out the duds before they let you start concentrating on your major. I’m a good student, but my mind just isn’t capable of complicated math. It’s not that I don’t try, but I just can’t do it, and I was going to get.