He was in college with a full baseball scholarship, rich parents to throw money at him, and parties to go to that didn’t interest her. She was major...ing in science and, given her mother’s problems, had never had a drink in her life. He didn’t know what she did to help pay her way. Holly wasn’t going to tell him. She switched on the webcam and signed into the site. Her page popped up with pictures of her in lingerie. Then came the private messages. She turned them off, opened up her group chat. Wheeler used to be kind of wild but now he's straight as an arrow – so to speak. No skimming cash, no skimming stock, no touching the drugs, no smoking even. He even calls his mother every other day. He doesn't fuck with skirts at all – never did, really – and gets all bent out of shape if he hears about some sweet sixteen getting it up the ass in exchange for a ride home.I was a bit worried about bringing him on the contract with me. I mean, if he wasn't lying, he used to fuck Kaiba's kid.. Rummaging through my suitcase I find clothes for the evening, I return to the bathroom to change. I know his eyes were on me as I walked away. This is NOT how I had planned this. After dressing I apologize for the awkwardness of the situation and he puts his hand on my cheek and tells me it’s quite alright. I am pulled towards him staring into his eyes. His eyes are begging me to kiss him but I am still afraid. I want to know its more than physical attraction. I don’t want to loose my best. ” Tom groaned, “My beautiful flower!” I smiled at them as I stood patiently to the side. Miyoko's skirt flared as she slammed up and down on her father's cock, exposing her light-olive toned ass for brief moments. I felt my own cunt moistening, my fingers itching to plunge between my thighs and furiously rub at my clit until I brought about a mind-numbing cum. I didn't. I was a perfect slave. My pleasure could wait—Tom's pleasure is what mattered. The slaves ministrations eased the tension from.