"Position!" I snapped. Swiftly she knelt again, as she had been commanded earlier. "You obey with the alacrity of a slave girl," I observed. "If I do ...not," she said, "I could be punished as one, could I not?" "Yes," I said, "and would be." I walked about her, examining her, She kept her back very straight, and her head up. I was then again before her. I noted that the palm of her hands, so soft, so vulnerable, had turned on her thighs, so that they faced up. Among slave girls this is a common. Phir ek din mummy school se thoda late aayi uss din mummy ke school me stayback tha to v shyam ko aayi jabh doodh wala aata hai mummy school saree pehen kr gyi thi us din unhone black colour ki saree peheni thi mene dekha ki vo school se akar daily apne kapde change krti hai par aaj abhi tak nhi kre vo wait kr rhi thi vinay ka vinay 10 minute baad aaya or mummy patila leke pohochi or me bhi bhar khdiki perkhada hua or dekha ki mummy ne uska patila diya or apna saree ka pallu gira liyaOr waise. And then he latched on to the other one. He kept sucking until, I was almost to the point to where I was pulling away to keep myself from cumming right then. While he was so masterfully suckling my nipple, he took the time to undo my pants and slide them off. I kicked them away and boosted myself onto the drafting table. As I ran my hands up and down under his arms, I could feel his cock getting harder tight up against my virgin pussy that was already so wet that, the front of his slacks was. Down below, thankfully, the boy sucking had released the cock from his mouth, and shifted so that George could see his tongue flicking against the cockhead. What an amazing sight! While he continued to stroke with his right hand, George put his left index finger to the very tip of his glans and brought it, coated with pre-cum, to his own tongue. It was salty and a little bitter. Exciting! He had tasted it before, a few times, mixed with a girlfriend’s saliva, in kisses, but never full-strength.