Strong fingers clutching my soft neck his green eyes locked on mine. “Prove yourself, whore,” his voice was strong, commanding. The word “Whore...” stung sharper than the slap across the face. I had never been spoken to like this. Fear like a caged bird fluttered in my chest and struggled to be free but I could not succumb to it. I had to perform, had to prove myself. I took a breath, scared of what may come if I failed him. Scared to speak, his strong hands on my throat not only held my in. Fhir mlkin ne kaha ki chal mere sandals chhaat jake wo bhi kutta banke . Fhir mm kuuta banke unki heels wali sandals chatne laga and fhir mujhe yeh sab accha lagne laga uske baad mene unki heels apne muh se chamka di .Abb mlkin nn mujhe time table bataya mera# ki abse woh roz raat mere ghar par rhengi# subah sab se pehle mein uthunga unke talwe chatke uthaunga# fhir unhe heels pehnake bathroom le jaoonga# fhir ghar ka kaam karunga# fhir kaam karne kk baad mlkin kk pair dabbaonga# and khana din. ”“I don’t know, Joe,” Eddie said. “He’s a beautiful boy. He’ll become a beautiful man. And I do love him. But not like that. It’s a mentor relationship, in which a teacher takes great pride in his best and favorite pupil. But it’s also paternal. Like you were with Essie until things changed.”“Did that bother you that I succumbed to Esther’s temptation?”“You know it did. I was even cruel about it with Joanne. Although that seemed to have the reverse consequences.”“It did. Joanne gave me. " We gasped into each other's mouths, pawing at each other's bodies as I carried her into the living room until I finally stumbled and fell backwards onto the couch. Stacie sat comfortably in my lap her thin arms d****d over my shoulders as I fondled her panty-covered ass as we continued to make out. Fondling her firm ass, I pulled her drenched panties down her spectacular legs and threw them onto the floor in the process somehow managing to keep her skirt on. I always loved girls in skirts,.