She looked about 15 or 16. She later said she was in her final year of high school so that would have been about right. First thing i noticed was that...she looked like a younger version of her mum, and had an amazing figure. Slim but not skinny, with a tight ass and perky looking boobs. At least thats how It looked as she was obviously dressed. As she walked by she sort of looked down her nose at me, and in the short conversation that followed, made it clear that she didn't think much of men. ”I was getting so wet. He let me come up for air then forced my head back down on is cock, he did this a few times before stopping and letting me wank him off, after about a minute of wanking him while he watched the film, i begged my Master to spit on my fat tits. My Master did not need me to beg more than once, he did this repeatedly straight away, and watched excitedly as I rubbed it into my tits. I thanked him for the undeserved attention and apologized for being so fat and flabby. Then. As surprised as she must have been, she adapted quickly and went along with his move, letting herself fall, but also bringing him down with her. Then they rolled around like children. Grappling and trying to dominate one another.Soon enough it was clear though that, once again, he didn’t stand a chance. Before he knew it he was on his back, with her sitting on top of him and his arms locked firmly under her knees. Her dark eyes were on fire again, furious with him for ambushing her. With the. I ran my fingers through my thick blonde hair, teasing it up, and what I saw made me shoot a load all over the mirror. From that day on I was hooked. I would wear her lacy silky underwear, shoes and lipstick all the time she was at work, and jerk off several times. And I never had a learning curve walking in heels; I was a natural, and never stumbled or had my ankles turn in. Thing is, the minute I'd shoot my load, I'd be disgusted with myself, and make excuses why I had done what I had.