Those whores like Aurora or Petra or Paris. My pussy convulsed, aching for my virgin depths to be filled with something. Sparks of pleasure burst inside me. “Yes, yes, yes!” I cried out, my pussy clenching. “I can’t wait until Master spanks me,” I said. “Sit on his face, Sam!” panted the teacher. Then her lips nuzzled against my panties, caressing my pussy through the dainty cotton fabric. “And why I suddenly wanted to go serve him because I thought he owned my pussy!”
“Making you two into sex slaves was an accident,” I said, shifting. “I keep being a brat, but he’s rather new at this.”
“So, you must’ve punched his V-card yesterday, Aurora, when you fucked him in the bathroom.”
“How did you even get out of there?” Tracy asked.
