He pushed me down, telling me how I was going to be his little white whore. He pounded me so hard, I was really starting to hurt. Finally he pushed in... and cried out as he came deep inside me. Carlos was waiting with a drink and some towels as the last guy pulled out of me. I was exhausted, and he told me I could go ahead and go home for the day if I wanted to. So I did, and as soon as I got home I fell right asleep. Over the next couple of weeks, daddy had quite a few meetings, and I was taken. I felt some movement in my pants. This was not going to be good. JoAnne told me that if I wanted, that we could do another lesson, Just with Denise and I, so that we would really look good on the dance floor, but that I really didn’t need it. If I listened to her and followed her instructions to the letter, then I would learn how to control our movements, the situation on the dance floor, and whatever girl I was dancing with, would just follow my lead. I was half listening to her, trying to. It took her no time at all to learn to use her developing body to gain the attention of the boys in her class. She wondered what high school dating would've been like had fate not stepped in.She'd watched her mother's bedtime routine for years. On those nights that she and her father would lock their bedroom door, her routine was always the same. Her mother would make them both drinks.Then one night she'd seen it. She watched closely as her mother carefully removed a small plastic bag from its. ” ‘No I’m not’ he thought to himself, “But seriously, don’t provoke me just to get a spanking. Now come here.”She stepped down from the table to the edge of the couch and he rolled her thong down slowly, as he peeled the fabric off her vagina he buried his face in her crotch and inhaled deeply. He dropped her thong to the ground and directed her to lay back on the couch. Then he fulfilled another long time fantasy and tasted her pussy for real, it was just as sweet as he had always dreamed. He.