’ ‘Too late’, I replied, seeming to fall into a pre-ordained script, ‘Can you miss Church this morning, and come to my room?’ ‘Oh, well,...if you are going to be so stern and horrid, I suppose so.’ I resumed the paper, and waited events. At a quarter to ten, the family set out on the short walk to Church, and I was left alone in the house, but for the cook, Mrs Ross two floors below. Almost immediately the door opened and Miss Mabel crept in, hanging her head, but full of suppressed. "You said you hadn't experienced that yet, right?" and I nodded."Well, it's time you did," she said, smiling at me as she got down on her knees as I let go of myself and watched my best friend's mom's lips slide over my dick and begin sucking.There really isn't any way I could use words to describe how it made me feel; no words are really good enough.I just expected for her to give me a little 'taste' of a blow job but she just kept going, looking up at me, sucking on and on, only stopping to. “Slave,” he said, “you made a slip didn’t you? I know. Your first reactions at the news were your real ones...”“No... NO... Master!”Quentin slapped the girl’s face. Left and right... left and right. Stinging, head-jerking slaps. “Don’t lie to me, you bitch!”“No... I swear...”Slappp... slappp... slaappp... slapppp!“Please... please... M-Master...”“Julia... you know a slave does not lie to her Master.”“I.. I know, Master...”“And what if she does?”“She is punished, Master. Deservedly...”“And you. We talked about my sexual experiences and I confessed that I had never been with a man and that I was still a virgin, at least in the truest sense of the word. I told him how I had lost my cherry to a long, fat cucumber from the family garden a few years earlier. As we talked about masturbation and sex toys, I was becoming very aroused. As we talked I slid lower on my chair letting my thighs fall open, letting the cool air from the office a/c flow under my dress and caress my inflamed flesh. By.