Carl was fucking me. He was fucking my ass. He owned me. I was his fuck slut. He was in total control. Carl pushed two fingers into my pussy and I cam...e as soon as he did this. It was the most intense, explosive, mind blowing orgasm I ever had. Carl told me that my ass was squeezing his cock so hard when I was cumming that he thought I was going to snap it off. Wave after wave after wave hit me. I was screaming and shaking. It took a while for me to realize what was going on around me after I. As we became closer, I slowly started to open up to him, reveal mysecret. It was his kindness that got me to feel I could, just perhapstrust him. He told me he saw something different about me, maybe a secretI had hidden from the rest of the world. What could I do? I wanted totrust him, to be honest with him, let him get to know the real me.Finally it happened. During one of our talks after school, I revealed tohim that long held secret. The secret that I allowed only my most trustedfriend. Cynthia was shown to a small room. This was sparse and barely furnished, but adequate. She unpacked her cases and had begun to put her things away when, after a knock on the door, a young woman in maid's attire entered. "Good afternoon, Mam’selle," she said in excellent English. "I am Jeanette, your maid while you are here." Cynthia returned the greeting and summed her up. A few years older than herself, Jeanette was of typical French stock - though much smarter than most - of medium height and. ” They left to head to the party. Melody was lookingforward to getting out and seeing who all would bethere. She had no idea that she would meet someone whoonce had her life.When they arrived at the party, the house was alreadyfilled with people. Melody looked around and did notrecognize more than a few of the guests. She of courseknew Scott, he was Daddy’s business partner, and he hadbeen the first man Daddy had her fuck once she movedinto his house. She also knew a few of the.