He blamed his parents for his lack of prospects. He felt quite bitter about them and, as he grew older, he knew that they had slowly eroded his confid...nce by their lack of attention to his needs. They had never encouraged him at school, taking no interest in anything he did, even when asked to by Sam's teachers, and consequently his studies had tailed away until there was no point in him carrying on any longer. Even now, they had no real interest in him!He thought back to his usual morning. “Wait,” came the voice through the darkness. “Why areyou leaving?”I stopped, and tried to catch my breath before answering.“I’m not sure I should have come here at all.” I hatedthat my voice sounded so shaky and small. “I told youbefore; I don’t usually do things like this.”“But you want to, right?”I couldn’t deny that. My mind traveled back to just twonights previous, when I sat at the bar, alone, drinkingmy rum and. She kissed me back passionately as I unbuttoned her blouse and caressed her tits. She heaved a sigh in my mouth and began to undo my belt and my pants. When she pulled my cock out, I pushed her down to her knees and she started to suck me with eagerness. One of the guys joined us and unbuttoned her skirt, threw it away and began to fondle her cunt through her panties. Sabrina spread her legs in consent and started to deepthroat me the way she had learned early on the week.The guy that was. “Good. Will you do something for me, Slave?”“Anything!” she cries desperately.“I want you to climax for me. Nice. And loud.” With that he slaps her roughly between the legs, his hand crushing her peach in his palm, lifting her roughly onto her toes, the intensity driving her over the edge. She thrashes uncontrollably in her chains, throwing her hair back in a howl of released desire, her pussy clenching in the vibrating panties, thrusting her sweat-soaked breasts into her master's face.