How did I always end up in these situations? Why was I such a fucking slut?I thought he was going to yell at me and maybe even grab me by the hair and... spank me right away. He strode over and I winced. But he didn't do either of those things. Oh, how I wanted him to. All he did was lean down close to me. When his eyes met mine and I felt his breath on my lips, I decided this was just as scary and exciting."Babydoll," he cooed, surprisingly calm in tone but still an angry facial expression. "What. Mick has a very attractive cock. I pulled his clothing completely off so he could comfortably spread his legs and then knelt up closer, grasped his shaft and took his cock into my mouth. I felt his hand on my head as I bobbed up and down sucking his cock. Taking as much as I could into my mouth. Mick pulled off his shirt as I sucked him and he sat there naked on the couch. I was still fully clothed, on my knees between his legs. Sucking and sucking and licking and stroking him and enjoying it.. )Madam: Master ji please nikalo.Me: (ek aur finger uski chut me badhate hue) Madam jyada hilo mat naap lene do.Madam: (apne haath se bahar ko khichti hue) are bahar karo naMe: (dono finger uski chut me chalate hue khara hua) Lo madam naap le liya.(fir se finger uski chut me chalai)Madam: haath to bahar nikaloMe: (uski panty ko khichte hue mene haath nikala aur uske chutras se bhigi hui fingers ko thora sa chata) soory madam.Madam: (gahri saans lete hue) koi nahi.Me: Soory madam wo naap lete hue. Fine! I give in . . . so what happened was . . .” I started telling them the story, and watched as their faces dropped with what I’d been hiding from everyone. **** Things started innocently enough, skipping my class after choir to have lunch with Mark and Angela, one of the other girls from choir. We had done that twice a week for the last nine months, all the way through both fall and winter semesters. As each week passed, I was having a harder and harder time getting Mark out of my mind. I.