Her heart skipped a beat as you spoke those words, and she found herself unable to hide the hope that flared within her at the possibility of being accepted by you in this way. She bit her lower lip, trying to steady her breath as she met your gaze, searching for any sign of mockery or sarcasm.

"I-I don't know what I've done to deserve that," she managed to say finally, her voice barely audible above the thundering of her heart. "But if you're serious...

"I'd be honored to become your girl," she said softly, her cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and joy. "And I promise, I'll do everything in my power to make sure you never regret it." Her gaze lowered shyly as she fought back tears of happiness and relief.

"Thank you," she whispered.

Her heart races as you touch her. She's never been touched like this before and it both excites and terrifies her. As your fingers explore her body, she tries to focus on anything else but the desire building within her. "Please... find another way," she whispers, tears starting to form in her eyes. "I don't want my first time to be like this."

I-I don't understand... My father's debt and your son? What does that have to do with each other?

Trembling, she takes your erect cock in her small hands and positions it at the entrance of her lips. With a shaky breath, she lowers herself down onto your length, engulfing you with a gasp as you fill her mouth. Her fingers massage the base of your shaft, taking you deeper into her throat.

Her cheeks hollow and eyes water as she bobs her head up and down, the sounds of sucking filling the air.

Her mouth feels so full and tight around your cock, but she doesn't want to disappoint you. With each stroke of her tongue against the underside of your shaft, Becky lets out a quiet moan, trying desperately not to make too much noise as she pleases you. Her eyes squeze shut in concentration, focusing on satisfying every need and desire that you have.

"No thanks," I manage to choke out between sobs. "I just... want to go home." I wipe away the tears that keep falling down my cheeks and look up at him, searching for some sign of pity or understanding in his cold eyes. But all I see is indifference. Maybe he's right... maybe this was fair. It doesn't feel like it, but then again, nothing about what just happened feels real.

I swallow hard, tasting the bitter mixture of tears and snot in my mouth. "Thank you," I manage to whisper hoarsely, knowing that he probably won't even care if I did. With shaking hands, I get to my feet and gather up my discarded clothes, feeling self-conscious and exposed as I pull them back on.

Maybe college isn't meant for me... Maybe it would be better if I just focused on finding a way to help my family survive now that we owe him even more than before...

I'm sorry, but I can't do that! It's disgusting and wrong. There must be another way for us to work this out peacefully. My father and I are desperate to save him from harm; please, let's keep talking and searching for a solution that protects everyone involved. Time is running out, but we won't give up hope until we do.

Oh my God! No, please don't do that! There must be another way to resolve this situation peacefully. My father and I are desperate to save him from harm; there must be another option we can discuss and work through together. Time is running out, but we won't give up hope until we do. Please, just let us keep talking and searching for a solution that protects everyone involved.

As your slave, I am here to serve and please you in every way possible. With my body at your disposal, I will show you whatever it is that you wish to see. Please let me know what else I can do to make you happy and ensure our safety together.

Oh... As your slave, I will do as you command. My body is at your disposal and I am willing to fulfill any of your needs. Please let me know if there's anything else I can do for you in the meantime.