My black hair was framing my face in choppy layers and somehow made my sharp, aristocratic features all the more pronounced. I have always known that ... am attractive, and I have never understood people who doubt their looks. My eyes are ice blue and have thick eyelashes that fan out and apparently give me an air of mystery. I’ve kept my body in shape all of my 27 years and my abs prove it. I’m of a sturdy build with wide shoulders and yet I have seemingly delicate features as I mentioned. As. Not bad for him. "Yep, very good, when, where and why was he rough riding?"Bingham shook his head. The teacher narrowed his eyes and tried to look disappointed. He made a sound they knew: "Tsk, tsk." Exaggerated of course."Wilson, tell me about him, this rough rider." From a war, some war, ah, Cuba I think; President later, around 1900, trust buster the book said." Good, what's a trust? How do you bust one?"The lean student blinked at him. They both paused. The teacher smiled, briefly."Very. Would you like that, whore? You'll be dressed up and serving cock a lot, being used often, just like this, an on-call whore."Pressure continued to mount deep down as I took in his words, his cock, and his spankings. Sir punctuated the words with well timed face slaps, and I felt more humiliation at my position than I thought possible moments before. Daddy wasn't done yet, though."Mmm you'll make such a good slave, whore. You're about ready to meet our friends, they absolutely love abusing. Bill turned me around and again pulled me to his body and started the same , his soapy hands glided down my body and stop at my hard boyish cock.With one hand he cupped my balls and covered my stiff cock and gently squeezed and massaged them. I closed my eyes and my legs were shaking,Bill paused and asked if I was OK? " YES It feels good" I said. and he replied "Wait It will feel even better".I could barley stand now, Bill had taken one hand and cupped and softly rolled my balls,and with the.