"Hi, Mr. Smith! You wanted to see me after school?" "Come on in, Katie. Close the door." I did as he asked, feeling curious about the situation. Mr. Smith had never asked me to come to his office after hours. He had a very odd expression, and he kept glan...
Mr. Smith did indeed become a regular customer. I would meet him in his office at least once a week, where he would transform me into his good little girl whore with a stack of cash. He was insatiable and would usually cum two or three times; all I had to...
Mr. Smith made his plans to set up more parties for me. I felt sure they would be very popular and very lucrative. Meanwhile, I had been very intrigued by Mr. Thomas's invitation (or maybe it was more like he placed an order) for me to plan a sleepover wi...
