You slap me across the face and call me a dumb whore and flip me onto my side and begin to mount me as I beg you to stop. You can tell my cunt's wet b...cause you can see the stain through my panties. "You're doing a lot of begging, but it looks like you want something in that fuck hole of yours." I beg you not to put your dick in me, almost crying, and you pull my head up to yours by my hair and tell me to stop crying and that you're not going to put your dick in me... yet.You proceed to rip off. I arrange with my driver to take them to all the sites and ensure that wherever they go they get VIP treatment.Just before they return from their excursions I arrange that they go to a top boutique for evening gowns. In all of these things I make sure that they must be aware of just how much money I’m spending on them. I let them believe that my new job allows me such a big expense account and this quells their reservations in accepting these gifts. I take them for a night on the town in their. You shudder at the sound. Along with 'please be careful' and 'no' they were your favorite words in the world. There was only one thing more beautiful to hear and you were planning on drawing it out of this cute little teen before the end of this session as well."Please, Matt." Mister Bauer." You correct."Mister Bauer. I'm ready. I want this. I want to show you how much I love you."Your smile is rapturous, maniacal even. But little Stephanie must mistake it for the bliss of a new found love. I may tease him about abuse, but the boys not only love him, they love his treatment of them.”“Yeah. He was holding them upside-down when you came.”“Carolyn -- you call her Prof. Pierce, don’t you?” At a nod, he continued. “Prof. Pierce would really prefer a little less roughness. The boys love it, though. They try to get me to pick them up that way. I don’t trust my strength enough. They’re head down over a floor, and they wiggle like mad. Theologically, I’m supposed to have a special.