So helpless. “It’s okay,” Mr. Indian sex I wanted to panic, to push away from him as he continued pulling me down his shaft. “Sixteen, Mr. “I’m sorry. I just needed to try it on. Sullivan whispered. But there’s a zero tolerance policy for this sort of behavior.” He pulled up on my braid, yanking me to my feet. Sullivan!” I gasped. But he had left for work an hour ago. “Count,” he ordered.”
“One, Mr. A new sensation filled my pussy. I gasped; his finger shoved inside my pussy, sinking deep. “Fuck me!” His finger whipped out of my cunt and his hand spanked my ass. “The verb is ‘to fellate’, Miss Rye.”
“Ohh,” I said, opening my eyes wide. “That was wonderful, Felicity,” he panted. “You girls are all the same,” he grunted. I’ve been such a naughty, horny schoolgirl!”
Smack! And yet I couldn’t shake a feeling of guilt at breaking my word, even though I knew
