His hand found it's way around to her breast and was now lightly pinching her erect nipple. She let out a soft moan and pulled herself closer to Ron. ...His other hand start to move south and unbuttoned her jeans. That's when she pushed away. "Ron, I can't. I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't before I was married. I'm sorry..." before she could finish he kissed her not the hungry way they had just been doing but in a sweet loving way. "Baby, that's fine. I understand!" he got up and walked. The Art master wasn’t there most of the time and we got to know each other and they showed me some of the tasks we had to perform such as sorting the type into the print cases after something had been printed and the type had been broken down. They seemed pretty OK until one day we had nothing in particular to do and they cornered me at the back of the art room and made me pull down my trousers and they started playing with my cock. I was probably no more than 12 or 13 at the time and I was. She wasquite a sight and he couldn’t possibly leave herunm*****ed, not with his dick still stiff in his pants.He got up and went to her, nibbling on her tits until hernipples were very hard. While she remained bound in hisrope and on his bed, he climbed on her and fucked hercunt from behind, yanked her by her hair and called her awhore, a hot slut, a horny bitch, a brazen hussy.He told her she was his bitch and she was going to likebeing his bitch. He told her she was going to be naked fordays. Our first meeting resulted in me having a few whiskeys and nothing happening. We promised to meet again and this time around Dave wasted no time and went straight for my crotch. Before I knew it I had a guy blowing me. It felt really good. Knowing from experience that I lose interest after I have ejaculated, I stopped him. I need to return the favour before that happened and I chickened out.So there I was in my bedroom with a naked fella I hardly knew. I tentatively reached out and touched his.