Hi, my name is four. My street name is Bella, but that’s just a name that works well when I’m out in town with my master. At home, I’m called fo...r by my master and the others. Actually, it’s a number, not a name. In fact, I may as well admit right away that the number is tattooed on the upper slope of my left breast, but I prefer to think of myself as ‘four’ even though master explained that a number is what his slaves have, not real names like free people. Just so you know, Master has allowed. "I'm a little old for you to spank me ain't I, Mr. Coree?" Don't argue with your teacher," he said, as he pulled my hands and stepped back, sliding me off the desk. "I do it a little different for a big girl like you. Take off your clothes." Yes, sir," I said, grinning up at him. All those years as a student taught me to obey the teacher. I pulled off my tank top and my 40 inch creamy, white melons popped free. He stared wide-eyed at my cherry red nipples, already growing hard for him. I. I wasn’t sure how far she wanted to go but after hearing those words come out of her mouth I was ecstatic. I pulled her into another hot kiss as our bodies pressed together.Sarah moved her waist a little and whether by accident or not, she happened to grind her pussy over my cock, making me groan gently. She noticed my reaction and started intentionally grinding her warm cunt over my cock as we kissed.It drove me crazy, feeling her pussy lips glide along the length of my growing cock as she. One of the girls I worked with came into my office. "You cant hide away forever, things will get better I promise" she said to me. What did I care, I had nothing since he left me for that stupid blonde tart he worked with. "Your coming out with us lot tonite, were going to that new bar in town to let our hair down" she said, "and I'm not going to take no for an answer" she boomed as she turned to leave. I wasn’t in the mood for arguing so stayed quiet. I got home from work that evening and took.