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The Tutor

I am a nobody, no one knows who I am.
That�s why I can get away with my sinful crimes.
A sin not only because of religion but because of the law.
What I do is frowned upon by society and I do not understand why.
I understand that their younger then the legal age, but the way they present themselves, any man would be slightly tricked.
My first one was was sixteen, she had long blonde hair, size c breast I�d guess and say.
She was a little over developed and she led me on.
When I gave her a ride home one day, I took a detour.
I took her back to my place and said I had to pick something important up.
I invited her in and I sensed her uncomfortability. Her blue eyes, perky lips, she wore a tight black skirt with a very low and also tight white shirt.
She had no bra on, I knew this because her hard nipples were on my mind all day.
When she took a seat, I sat beside her and put my hand on her leg, started moving it closer up her skirt.
She pushed my hand away and said �I want to go home�.
I don�t know what came over me, I forced her down, gagged her mouth so she wouldn�t scream.
I took her cherry, she was so tight I�m hard just thinking about it.
I remember each of her grunts and sqeals, the look on her face when I finished.
Like she lost a piece of her soul.
I told her to keep this quiet or I�d kill her family, I didn�t mean it but she thought I did.
I drove her home, heading to my next student to tutor, hoping she�d be more willing to learn�.