Her tongue thrust down into his throat and sucked hungrily on it. His hands never stopped kneading and squeezing the heavy tits as he humped excitedly... into her fleshy curd. pulling his fire-hot pecker out to its head slowly, then driving deeper, over and over again.Harder and harder. Stuffing her with more cock each time.“Oh, God, no, I think. .I think?., she stammered asihe felt her clutching his hair with a new urgency.then she came with complete surrender, her cunt muscles squeezing. "… you know how you said that I should encourage Leon to be a bit more familiar …" Uh, yeah." ..well, I think I may have been a little too familiar. When he came by for lunch the other day when you were in town, well, I have no idea how it happened but we ended up having relations." What do mean, 'relations'?" he said knowing quite well what she was leading up to telling him."Uh, well we had some kind of accident with the soup and he had to take off his pants and, I swear I don't know how it. How did Candy taste?”“Sweet, just like Candy actually, Coach Natasha.”“Mmm, that’s what I’ve heard, yummy!” She lightly whipped the young girl’s pubic area, and continued, “I must admit Stacey, you taste pretty delicious yourself. Did you enjoy your massage yesterday?” She dipped a finger into her student, then sucked on it.“It was amazing Coach Natasha, you are amazing.” Natasha picked up her dangling head and kissed her passionately for an extended period, something the two of them had. To this day, those memories are still sealed off from me, and I don't know if I had a family--a mother, a father, a brother, or a sister. I don't know why he chose me, and I'll never know. Instead, it seems that "In the beginning, there was Frank."By the way, Frank is not his real name, but it will do for the purposes of this story.Frank controlled my mind, my body, and my soul. I was simply his captive audience, his plaything. He made me do many despicable things.In the end, Frank's very power.