Please let me suck you some more." Tell me that you're my slut first." I am your total slut and I thank you for choosing me to be your slut. I am your...personal whore. Your whore. Please I beg you to put it back in my mouth."I look up and I see him smile at me. The smile that only a black man with a huge dick can give to his white pussy boy whore."Ok, go ahead, do your thing," Can I use my hands now?" Do your thing I said."So I do my thing. Mouth and one hands, mouth and two hands, mouth only,. But, you know, if it was to save his life, I could be persuaded. He pushed my shirt off my shoulder and hooked his fingers into my bra strap. He pulled the cup of my bra down, releasing my breast, and lowered his mouth to my nipple. I moaned as he circled it with his tongue and then gently bit me. I loved the way his scruffy beard tickled my sensitive skin and he smelled fantastic. I tucked my head in against his neck and inhaled deeply then kissed the soft skin behind his ear, teasing him with. Must dash. Byee!" Vicky watched him almost run down the corridor and wagged her head patronisingly. "What a pratt!" she thought. "What an utter weirdo. And was that fear I saw in those cold grey eyes Professor Steven Morgan?" she asked her self in the now empty corridor.Then she remembered that throughout the recovery of her files, when she was bent down and stooped forward revealing all her charms. Their heads had even touched momentarily, but his eyes had never once lingered. His gaze. 'I was only 14 myself but I was seen as much older than my years. At that time I was already close to graduation in high school. I was often asked to babysit, sometimes watching young children, sometimes they would be nearly the same age as myself but nowhere near as mature.I would have to make sure they bathed and into their pajamas. I found myself really aroused after putting them to bed. Often I'd have to masturbate to relieve myself, ' she said.'Sometimes I'd sneak into the parents room and.