I ask you to grab her head by the back of her hair, I ask you to stick your finger in her mouth and pull it open for me. You look at me and feeling ar...used by your submissive little girl becoming something completely unknown to you; you oblige me. I reach for the belt to my trench coat and slowly untie it. Giving time for this whore's anxiety level to build. She doesn't know what I have in store for her. The belt is open. I then open up my coat to reveal to my Master and his slut my attire. I. Was he smart enough to know he was beaten? Was he, in fact, for all his brains, not up to the fight, happy to give up the competition for valedictorian? Maybe he was just a pussy, afraid to face her? Kris liked the thought of having reduced him to impotence. Her mind turned to the trip to Mexico. She and Kendall would be spending the holidays at a private resort near Tijuana. They’d make a spectacular pair, her daughter with her thin model-like build and she, shorter, a bit heavier, and with a. Okay near the orchard which was kind of hidden but still ... if my parents had caught me. I could just see it, my kneeling there with Carlton's cock impaling my mouth over and over ... my dad would have just flat out killed him right there.My mom would be in shock no doubt that her daughter would even known how to do that, how to treat a man's cock. I had gone into the house after Carlton had left and rinsed out my mouth thinking damn, so that's what it is like. I liked it better than I thought. Was she going to ask me to live somewhere else? This was my home, in so many ways. I looked her in the eyes."Don't worry, it's nothing you'll hate..." she said even more gently. "If something should happen to me, I want you to promise to look after him; and that you won't leave him unless he tells you to go. Will you do that?" Why ... are you asking this? Is there something wrong?" Not exactly, and I don't know anything; it's just that I felt I had to ask you that. I suppose you might call it a.