Dante tried his best to keep up with Don but he just couldn’t manage it. As Don sped along, knowing full well that Dante couldn’t keep up, he had ...egun to think to himself of what he knew of Dante. Dante was a 14 year old freshman with strawberry blonde hair, which turned red when in the summer months. He was about 4’9” tall and had a childish build, no real muscle definition yet. He had bright blue eyes, a cute button nose and his baby face was specked with freckles- but only on his checks.. "So these were Tania 's." Wendy said, "What was she like?" I started to describe Tania but Wendy interrupted again, "No! What type of girl was she like? Could I talk to her?" I . . . err, well . . ." I checked my watch it would be late there, but perhaps . . . I picked up the phone and dialed.----"Mrs. Jones's residence may I help you?" It was the same youth's voice."It's John Archer here . . ." I was going to say that I was sorry to phone so late but the youth did not let me."Yes sir, I'll. Okay, here goes. I turned my gaze back to her cat-like eyes. "Miss Lydia?" "Yes, Dominique?" "If... If it would please you, Miss Lydia, I will do anything you tell me to do." I smiled hopefully. She gave me a beautiful smile in return. "Good girl, Dominique. We shall see if you enjoy what I have in mind." She stood abruptly, taking Paul's hand in hers and pulling him to his feet. He gave us his handsome crooked smile and told us they would return shortly. I looked back to my Master. I wanted to. I couldn't help it, I started moving my hips to feel that monster shift and rock inside me, and he let me continue for a few seconds, but not long. He put one hand at the small of my back, keeping me at the edge of the washer, the other wrapped up in my hair and holding my head against his shoulder. Then he started fucking me, slowly at first, sliding in and out with long strokes, with a little push at the end so I knew just how deep he was, but his breathing started to get heavier quickly,.