I grabbed his penis with my other hand, and pushed him back down on my finger. I wiggled the index finger around inside and soon inserted my middle fi...ger, and I started moving them back and forth, rubbing his prostate, with the fingers sliding back and forth in his passage.His cock was restiffining and so was mine. I wiggled my index finger in deeper, pushing up to his prostate gland and stroked the tip of my finger across the bulge of the gland, I stroked my finger in and out of his warming . 'Shows yur titties', he slurred in his dialect, titties emphasizing little buds of breast meat on virgin girls chests, 'Will you cum on them if I do', I retorted naughtily, 'Fuck yes', he screamed back, his hand a blur of motion as semen shot forth, once, twice, three times, and he panted, 'Fuck that was awesome'. I thought, 'I made him do that', and even though he came just suggesting it, I pulled my top up to show my hard nipples and the budding breasts he craved, small protuberances on my. I longed to be a slave to someone powerful and charasmatic - someone that made me feel nervous but loved. I longed to submit. In a second I had made up my mind and I quickly typed a message back.'I can submit'Those 3 little words changed my life. *A few hours later, I recieved another message from Christian Knight. It contained the date and time to meet, as well as the address of a little cafe about half an hour drive away from where I lived. Something inside me knew it was crazy to meet a. " What the fuck have you done now," he whispered into the phone."Some punk with a Latino accent pulled a piece on me. I took it away from him, that's all." I replied."Are you sure?" he said."I might have broken his leg while I was doing it. I'm sure he is not going to be happy about it. I didn't kill him though." I said."You might wish you had one day," Blevins said. "What did you do with the piece." It's in my gun vault, just in case I need a piece with somebody else's prints on it," I said.