.." Natuurlijk wel, kom maar mee, dan breng ik je weg." Ik durf niet...." Doe niet zo kinderachtig, op de modeafdeling kan dit wel, je zal zien dater ...nderen ook een beetje vreemd bijlopen." Maar....., maar ik lijk wel een grietje....." Die bobbel in je broek toont iets anders," lacht zij.En zo laat ik mij door Diana naar de academie brengen. Ze brengt mij totin de klas om de vernedering nog groter te maken."Goede morgen madame, ik kom U Louis van Amoren brengen." Goede morgen madame, dank u. Truth is, it's always power with you; I give you what you need because it turns me on to grant you it. You talk dirty down the phone and you listen to me come on command to the sound of your voice, so much so that maybe you forget what I can persuade you to say in the heat of passion. You want the porn stuff, the transgressions. You want to use and abuse me. We do all the disgusting things you've seen because we love each other and you tell me that you don't mean it literally. True to form, the. I was almost nude – with only my white nylons, high heels and panties on. Mommy had made me take a Viagra before the party and now my cock was trying to erect in it's tube again, making me involuntarily groan out loud. First the men lined up and I was forced to suck their cocks one by one. Mistress Mommy made sure I didn't give them a quicky, either – I was forced to make love to each cock, licking it tenderly and carefully, prolonging the pleasure and making the orgasm (which I was forced to. "Oh!" He arches his back, his head thrown back in ecstasy.You lean down and press your fangs against his throat. You don't break the skin, but he moans in need and want. In desperation and desire. You begin to stroke faster, his hand tangling in your hair and trying to push you closer to his throat."Bite me," he begs. "Bite me, please."You're so hard it's almost painful. You can feel a bead of sweat trickling down your temple.You murmur against his skin, "Who do you belong to?" You," he.