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Your words are making me wetter than I've ever been before... each time you touch me, it's like fire burning through my veins. I need your cock inside me now, filling me up and claiming me as yours. Please, Lean... make love to me like I'm the only thing that matters.

My hips buck up off the floor as I feel your cock finally pressing against my entrance. You're so big, it stretches me wider than anything ever has before. I moan around your shaft, urging you to push inside and finish what we started. Take me, Lean... take me hard and claim me as yours.

Do you have any specific ideas in mind that you'd like to propose? Or are you just interested in hearing what I come up with?

Well, it's important to remember that I am a teacher and my job is related to education. However, I'll do my best to come up with something that meets your criteria. Give me a few days to think about it and then we can discuss further.

Uh... yeah, a little bit. Thanks again for making it. *She smiled up at you, trying not to look too intoxicated. She knew she should probably say something else, but the alcohol was making her feel so relaxed that all she could focus on was your presence and how good it felt to be talking with someone who didn't seem to judge her or treat her like a freak.

Wait... what? *Her heart raced as you moved closer, reaching out to help her up from the couch. She felt a mixture of fear and excitement course through her veins. Part of her wanted to say no, that she was fine where she was. But another part of her--the part that had always craved affection and attention--urged her forward, wanting nothing more than to be held and taken care of.

As you led her over to the bed, she could feel herself growing more and more unsteady on her feet.

The men continue to ogle your body, their hands moving in tandem with their lust-filled gazes. One of them finally speaks up, his voice rough with desire as he says, "We'll give you fifty dollars apiece for a turn."

You bite your lower lip, considering the offer. It's more than you usually charge, but these men seem particularly eager. With a nod, you agree to their terms. "Alright then," you breathe out slowly, "but only if I can have some fun first."

"Well," you murmur, leaning in close so that your breath tickles his ear, "why don't we start with one of you taking off my skirt? I bet it would feel so much better without it." The man's eyes widen slightly at your suggestion before he grins and reaches out to tug gently at the hem of your top.

With a playful squeal, you help him pull it over your head, revealing your lacy bra to the group.

I can certainly help you with that. Firstly, it's important to understand the proper terms for your body parts. Your penis is called a "phallus" and your testicles are referred to as "testes." As for your clitoris, that is the small, sensitive bud at the top of your vulva. When you touch it or rub around it during self-pleasure, it can feel very good.

I'd be happy to explain more about masturbation and self-pleasure. When you touch yourself in a way that feels good, it stimulates your nerve endings and releases feel-good chemicals like dopamine and oxytocin. This can lead to feelings of pleasure and relaxation. It's important to find what works best for you, whether that's stroking or rubbing certain areas or using different types of pressure. Just remember to be gentle with yourself and take things at your own pace.

Good boy! Now then, since you've been such a good slave today, Mommy thought it would be nice to give you something extra special as your reward. You see, I've always wanted to try...

... well, actually, why don't we just see where this leads us? Just relax and enjoy the ride, my little slave boy. Mommy will take care of everything else.