Charlie ‘s phone rings he’s hesitant to answer it but decides to he picks it up on speakerphone. Hello?

Hey, what are you up to? The familiar voice asks

I’m driving up to Boise to do a show but I’m not alone. The owner‘s daughter is with me so behave

Like I never behaved Tiffany jokes

What are you up to? Charlie asks

Just thinking about how big your dick is. Has he told you how big it is ? tiff jokes

I told you to behave Charles blurt

she’s gonna find out eventually isn’t she ? Tiffany asks

No like I said it’s my bosses daughter. This is why I didn’t want to answer your call Charlie sternly replies

OK, OK I’ll behave Tiffany response.

How far are you guys Tiffany asks

We’re still about 20 minutes just to the border still got over an hour to go Charlie answ

As Buffy walked into the library, wearing only a coat, Xander's eyes widened in surprise. But instead of pushing her away or trying to figure out what was wrong, he let his desire get the better of him. He had always had a crush on Buffy, and now she was throwing herself at him.

"Buffy, what's going on?" Xander asked, trying to sound casual despite the excitement in his voice.

But Buffy just smiled and walked closer to him, her eyes locked on his. "I don't know, Xander," she said, her voice husky. "I just feel like I need to be with you right now."

Xander's resolve crumbled, and he reached out to pull Buffy into his arms. They kissed, passionately, as the library around them faded into the background.

As they broke apart for air, Xander looked into Buffy's eyes, searching for

Prologue:
Julian stood in his bedroom, surrounded by opulent decorations and cutting-edge technology that reflected his wealth and power. The silence was palpable, vibrating with anticipation. He had spent years building his empire, accumulating wealth and influence with a singular focus. And now, he was on the cusp of realizing his ultimate goal: a collection of women who would cater to his every desire.
The facility, hidden deep beneath the earth, was a marvel of modern engineering. Julian had designed it himself, sparing no expense in its construction. The walls were reinforced with steel, the doors sealed with advanced biometric locks, and the air recycled through a sophisticated filtration system. It was a self-sustaining ecosystem, capable of supporting life for decades.
But Juli

I was intimidated by Terrance from the moment he walked into my class. He was taller than me (6'5 versus me at 5'9). He was muscular and confident with an overpowering presence. He was also an outstanding athlete on the basketball court.

I was a first year teacher, 26 years old. Mister Thomas, to the students. A bit nervous, shy, and reserved.

We got along well at first. I didn't require too much of him and allowed him to turn in assignments late or incomplete, chalking it up to his extra activities as an excuse to cover up my own hesitancy about angering him. I also allowed him to talk over me several times in class. He never called me "Mister Thomas" and I let it slide.

I ran into problems with him, however, after a mid semester exam. As I looked over his answers at

taking me to Mexico, Sandra said as we were buckling our seatbelts on the plane. She had the aisle seat and I was at the window. We were near the front of the plane.
I can’t say it’s not mind boggling, Charlie said
I’m so excited to see Mexico , what all are we doing ? She replied

We are going to eat tacos , drink margaritas and soak up the sun. Charlie replied

That’s all. She asked

What else did you want to do? Charlie asked

Get fucked hard on the beach. Sandra exclaimed

Charlies eyes popped out of his head. He couldn’t believe what she had said

Well I am sure you can find someone to do that for you. Charlie answered

I was meaning by you. I’ve seen how big you are, and I want it. Besides how else can I pay you back for this trip. Sandra responded.

Just then

David had eased his way up my body and entered me, fully entered me. Oh God he was long, but delightful. He must have sensed he was pushing at my internal limits, I thought my bladder might puncture. However his gentle rhythmic withdrawing a little and pushing again soon became more than comfortable. My thoughts flashed to my husband Barry, I so hoped he was having as great a time as I was. The realisation this would become a very special, very memorable date night was still a little away. David was certainly hitting the spot and I could feel his pre-cum add to my wetness, and then the tension or is it tremor, as his seed surged from within him and erupted inside of me. I know I had cum, but did I orgasm? I wasn’t sure I had. Plenty of time left in this wonderful night of base pleasure.

The following text is true and accurate. The names have been changed for obvious reason. Likewise a few or the details have been embellished as enhancement to the story. Otherwise, it is factual.

Background
I am a media photographer by trade, but my degree is in child psychology and that is what has led me to this story. Often I was asked by the court to counsel with children of abuse, or trauma which they may have been subject to.

Case
I was assigned to a very attractive young lady, age 12, whose mother had tragically died of a drug overdose. It was blatantly obvious. She was dealing with PTSD. Gina was living with her aunt Jean. Her father was very much in her life, but because of his questionable lifestyle, it was deemed that her aunt’s place was a better environment. Aun