She dressed like you, and went to school without panties or a bra. She would step in to the janitor’s closet with any boy that asked. She would get ...ucked quickly, and go to her next class with semen dripping down her leg. She was a running joke.’ ‘She was not a slut, she took great care of me. She loved me, and taught me everything I know.’ ‘Yes, I can tell, just look at the way you are dressed for her funeral. You are dressed nearly identical to the way she used to go to school. Do you have. He smiled when we saw me sitting there obviously getting off on the plug up my ass.A group of guys pulled up in a truck next to us on Sir’s side. The light changed to green and we went to the next intersection and sat at another red light next to the truck of guys. Sir looked at me and said, “Suck my dick now.”I looked at Sir and then at the truck of men and fear struck me. I immediately fixed my gaze on the bulge in Sir’s pants and started to move my head towards his lap. Though I did not want. Sort of shocking her into awed silenceJames continued. "I find that when I am training a slave, I prefer to do so unencumbered with clothing and you may now undress me so that we may proceed with your training. He stood close before the naked figure of Becca, waiting for her to obey."You will commence the task, whilst kneeling and you may start by removing my shoes, followed by trousers and under shorts and then the shirt." James instructed Becca.Becca's chest heaved fully, repeatedly as he. During the three weeks that he was away I thought a lot about him and felt like I was falling in love with him. The night that he kissed me I was sure. On Wednesday when he asked me to go to his hotel with him I wanted very much to say yes, I had already decided I wanted to make love to him, but it was my uncle’s birthday and I had to get home for dinner. That week I masturbated every night imagining Mark making love to me. I also thought about the two boyfriends I had and how we made love, and.