One time when I was about twelve years old, I was in my room and really beating my meat. I had a mirror between my legs and was watching the hand jack...ing off my cock. The event happened I was so afraid of: My mother came into my room to wake me up for school and found me beating my meat. All she said was to get dressed when I was finished. Well, a guy hates to face his mother after he gets caught red-handed, so I did not leave my room to come down for break-fast. Soon Mother was back in my room. .. I'll do anything you want... be anything you want. Just, please, use me and make me your slut, Sir... your whore. Oh God, I want to be yours! I want to be owned by you, please!" Tony could tell by the desperation in her voice and the way she looked writhing and squirming on the table that she was close... she just needed a little push to get her to fall over the edge of her orgasm. And he wanted her to fall."You want to be my whore? You want to belong to me? Then CUM, WHORE! CUM FOR ME NOW!". Miss Love noted he was clearly embarrassed; he didn't ask his usual barrage of questions instead keeping his head down unsuccessfully trying to hide his bright red face while his usually neat hand writing had become shaky as his hand trembled a little with nerves. His mousy brown hair was in need of a comb as usual and his slightly too large shirt hid his slight frame. His nerves weren't helped by the boy sitting behind him.Jack the Jock/bad boy: Jack had forgone his usual seat in the back. ..it is a very safe set up, when you want to let go” he said softly and stroked her chin. “I know, but…His fingers parted her cunt lips. Then he bent down over it, gave her pink, wet slit a single, tasting lick, before he sat up again.“Your pussy likes it when you...are being..controlled...When you let go, when you play along and accept your current status, Anja…She gasped again. There was truth in what he said.“And when you are only doing what I tell you to do, no-one can accuse you of.