I notice you walking into the shop, moving from bright sunshine to the shade and cool of the shop. You get your coffee and sit down at the small round... table next to mine. Your arms glisten slightly as the heat of the sun draws out the moisture of your body. As you pull your chair towards the table, I glance down at your exposed legs. Silky smooth skin, lightly tanned. The hem of your light summer dress resting just above your knees.As you take the first sip of your coffee you glance over and. "Stop. Please." She stared at me, then at her cell phone. "Please." She sighed, sitting next to me once I sat down.Sighing, she says, "Malik?" I looked at her, innocence in my eyes. "Do you really wanna do this?" Yes," I cried, standing up. "I'll be alright, mom." But..." she wiped her eyes. "...you're already being bullied, Malik. And if anything were to happen between you and that boy--" It won't," I assured. "I promise. But...can I go out with Jordan? PLEASE?!"She thought, scratching her. A new cock pushes against you. It starts to enter. It is a bit uncomfortable, almost too big. The new cock starts to fuck you hard. As he does so, another person gets on the bed. You open your mouth, how big will this one be? Instead of cock pressing against your lips, two hands grab either side of your head and pull down. Your mouth meets skin but no cock. There is pussy in front of you. She continues to hold you, you begin to lick, kiss and tongue the pussy. You lick and suck, the. She continued to sit there quietly. Then she heard slow and purposeful steps move towards her, she wanted to peak or even say something, but that was the one instruction she kept repeating in her head. Don't say a word, don't say word. So she didn't. Now she could sense another body very close to her, not touching her, not speaking, just standing over her as she sat there. She could imagine him looking her up and down, inspecting the slave in front of him. Then, with a whisper, but a very.