"Yes," Susan said, sadly. "But he wouldn't like me. None of the little boys like me. They won't even date me!" Oh, they will." No, they won't," Susan ...said, shaking her head sadly. Her lovely chestnut hair, bright with golden highlights shimmered. Her round brown eyes looked sad, and there was a brightness about them, suggestive of tears."Everybody still thinks I'm a baby," she said softly.It was true. Susan Brown was an advanced student who had received a double promotion. She was only twelve. They believed that they were alone in the house for the first time since Bob had introduced the buxom sixteen-year-old girl to the pleasures of sinful sexual congress. During the interim they had fucked lots but it was always with the fear that someone might hear. Tonight the schoolteacher was free to hammer his luscious, busty companion without worrying about squeaking bedsprings and young Priscilla was able to momentarily escape the fear that her sinful behavior would be found out.Bob Best. "The prettiest slave there, everybody knows it." You're proud of that, aren't you?" he asked, reaching for the shower faucets. "Stand back. I'm going to turn on the water." Yes sir. I'm very proud." I nodded and moved out from under the showerhead because the water would come out either too hot or too cold, and I wouldn't like it much either way."Do you know what makes a pretty woman beautiful, Danielle?" he asked, and I smiled, waiting for the answer. "Modesty." Modesty?" I frowned at that as. She tilted her head in ready acceptance, her eyes fluttering closed, and she whimpered softly right before they made contact. Her lips were full and soft, her tongue wet and eager. She kissed as if she didn't have much experience at it, which surprised him when he considered her age. Then again, knowing what kind of man Henry was, he shouldn't have been surprised at all. He really wasn't sure what he was doing as he ran his hand down her arm, to her side, back up to brush her breast. She.