He was young, her rates were high, he couldn’t afford to come every week. But, she wanted him to come. “And if finances were not an issue, how...often would you come?” Sophia asked him. “As often as it would please you, mistress.” “Would you follow me around like a puppy, be at my beck and call, all day and night,” she had asked. “Do anything and everything I say, just to be around me, just to please?” he opened his mouth too quickly to respond, to say yes, but she pressed her finger. After I had put the dummy and the whips away, I walked up to her and spontaneously hugged her. "Thanks for the tips, and whenever you're ready to take the place of that dummy, just let me know." I was sure she was going to punch me, but she just laughed off the remark, then looked at me without pulling out of my arms. Our lips came together, and I reflected on the fact that I really did like kissing her. A moment later we separated, and we each climbed a different set of stairs.After that first. But not just the awesome bod, but life in general. Living the fantasy of taking our Freshman team to a state championship was still unbelievable---there was really no way we should have accomplished that. We lived in a nice house in a moderate neighborhood. I had a lil bro. Mom had a good job. And I was knocking down cash beyond fantasy selling my big jock dick to pretty much whomever wanted it. Old perverts and middle age cougars were the best---they wanted that yung hard flesh—140lbs of USDA. "No way, man," her diminutive friend shot back, "I saw him first." Oh, come on, Cathy," she begged, "wouldn't it be a blast? The three of us together? It's only for tonight. It has to be." Are you crazy?" Cathy said, staring wide-eyed at her friend and neighbor. What did this looney tune dame have on her mind anyway? Did she think she was a faggot or something?"You think I'm queer, is that it?" Cathy said."Oh, Cathy," the blonde girl said, feeling a rush of hot steam escape her lips and trying.