He orders me to strip, I hesitate but he holds up the tape, so I do as I am told, and he says, "Good, now get on your knees bitch!"I ask, "What?" and ...he reminds me of the tape. I comply and get on my knees. He walks up to me and his crotch is in my face, and I can see his bulge through his pants. He tells me to unzip him and get to work. I unzip him and his hard cock leaps out at me. I stare at it and then look up at him in a questioning way.He looks down and says, "Come on boy--blow me; you. You slowly take my shirt off and expose my small breasts held in my bra. You start giving me kisses all over my stomach and chest. You lift me slightly to reach the clasp of my bra and pop it off with just one hand. You slowly pull off my bra. My small breasts and pierced nipples are exposed. You begin to lick and suck on my nipples. I let out a loud moan telling you that I'm enjoying it. You start leaving hickeys all over my breasts and I continued to moan and grind up against your already. And you’ll get bigger there as well.”I didn’t know then why I would care if I were bigger there but the way Georgina said it, it sounded like that would be a good thing. From time to time as I became twelve and then thirteen and fourteen Georgina would ask me if I had begun to grow any hair “down there.” Finally I did, though it took me a couple more years until I was 16 before I got around to telling her very proudly about it. “Oh, let me take a look,” Georgina said.“Oh, okay, but there really. Jenny was very pretty with what I call an Italian style figure, you know, it goes in and out a lot, and she had plenty of admirers from the male student body, but it was me who won her heart. We were married soon after we graduated and we both obtained good paying jobs. We moved into a rented apartment and with plenty of money coming in; we enjoyed the good life. Jenny problem with drink was a great asset to me, if I wanted her to do anything she wouldn't normally do, all I had to do was feed.