Pull my hair, and cum inside my cunt. I’m thinking if I’ve been even better he might take me to dinner. But he probably won’t let me shower, or ...put on panties. Which I don’t mind. I like it when he shows me off like the sex slave that I am. It turns me on, knowing I’ve got his cum leaking from me in that barely there skirt, no bra on under that suspiciously almost sheer shirt, having him finger me under the table, or shove things into my waiting twat. The last time we went to dinner he put a. Kurt felt strange as soon as he walked into the building. Everythingappeared to be very white and sterile, yet there was a very casualatmosphere and decor that didn't seem to match the hospital feeling thatthe walls and floor gave off. Kurt noticed warmly colored couches andarea rugs strewn everywhere that almost seemed like a cafe or a coffeehouse. Kurt made his way up to the receptions desk where he noticed anamazingly beautiful brunette sitting behind the counter. "may I helpyou?" she. I could barely stand. And then a scene from American pie popped in my mind, where a girl masturbates and a boy enters the room and asks confidently, ‘do you need a hand?’I decided to do that. I waited for 5 mins so that she could reach the state of trance and she would be so horny that she won’t say no to me.And as I again peeped inside the room, she was vigorously moving her hand and now her moans had become louder.She was biting her lips and her left hand had started to play with her own. His fingers would probe deeper and as I squirmed with delight the ben wa balls took no time at all to work their magic and I would be overwhelmed by the most delicious climax. I don't know if it was coincidence or whether my squeals had the right effect but invariable my orgasm would be rewarded by yet another gush of cum from the cock I was holding. Bliss indeed.Weekends and school vacations denied me easy access to the source of my newfound games but now knowing the minds and needs of young.