After all, I’m the adult here.’‘ ... Who am I deceiving? I met him yesterday, I don’t know anything about him, and I already gave him a blowjo...b... ‘‘But after all, why should I care about what he thinks of me? He’s just a sixteen-year-old boy with a huge dick, good looks, charm ... Okay, well, he’s not just a sixteen-year-old boy, he’s a stud.’‘A high-level stud ... Look at the women he’s aiming for: me ... Without wanting to brag, but I’m beautiful; that beautiful woman from the video, and now. He let its leathery tendril traipse across her chest, down her flat belly all the way to her pussy. “You are right, bitch.” He called her that degrading term with such emphasis, such finality, as if he would never, ever let her go. “I don’t have to hurt you. You could cooperate. Then things could go easier for you.” “C-c-cooperate?” Her heart thundered in her chest. “Yes. Learn to be a good slave, and you might receive less harsh treatment.”“What… what do you want me to do?” She couldn’t. "Here, put your foot in."I lifted my leg and stuck my toe into the open skate. The girl was looking directly at my crotch. The act of lifting my thigh caused one of my balls to be partially exposed on one side, and as I pushed my foot onto the skate, the amount of cleavage increased at the hem of the pouch.I could hear the increase in the girl's breathing as she ogled what I was exposing to her. It was a dangerous and exciting feeling to have such a young girl kneeling in front of me so close. "Videotape? What videotape, Ilsa?"Ilsa stared at her, her eyes wide with terror. "Melanie, they were taping us, everything that happened in that room. You couldn't see the camera from where you were, but I just remembered it..."Melanie came and sat down next to her, looking at her intently. "A camera??" When Desiree..." Isla said, stifling a sob, "... when she made me kneel..." Ilsa closed her eyes to make it through the memory, "... when she made me lick her like that..."Melanie stroked Ilsa's.