"It really arouses me to degrade myself like this. To have my nephews and my master see what a vile and filthy slut I have become is beyond my ability...to explain. I don't think I understand it myself, so how can I tell you what I don't know. But I know this. I love you all for witnessing my love for being a dirty old whore and I hope that you never stop dreaming of ways to humiliate and torture me."Bob got up, walked around the table to her, and ordered her to open her mouth. When she did, he. She turned to me and just said, 'Come, help me', standing aside to let me into his bedside and as I felt the mattress press against my thighs, she whispered, 'Take hold of him and pleasure him'. My sister was five years older than me and by then a sexual libertine having escaped our fathers strict religious indoctrination rites which he laboured on to us as girls. On her nineteenth she came home for the start of the summer months before heading off to the Mediterranean Isles for summer work.. I glanced sideways. She was smiling. "My teachers say I'm not really second grade, you know." I know, sweetie," I said. "But you gotta remember, we're just showing up here three weeks before the end of school. I imagine they'll call your old school and get your records and see what they can do." I guess so," she sighed. "It's just that ever' year (coming from a kid who'd had a kindergarten year and a first grade and a second grade) I start out with all the kids and then I can do things and I'm. He nodded down towards his crotch. “Don’t think you’re not going to take responsibility for this later. But you seem like you need a little pampering right now.” He pulled away the covers off of me and crawled between my legs like a tiger on the prowl. He leaned in closely and inhaled deeply. “You really do want it ... you’re already dripping wet, darling. I can smell your desire.” He lowered his head and kissed my lips. My thighs clenched against his soft, smooth cheeks.I felt almost predatory.