<em>Private tutoring? No way, this can't be right!</em>Melody's eyes filled with tears, "Please Mr. Mercer, please don't make me do this, I've never done this, let alone seen one before. Please, don't make me do this. I'm a good girl, I just can't. Please don't make me." Melody could not believe the things he was asking her to do, to kiss it? To suck it like a Popsicle? He was one sick fuck. Sure he looked angry, but Melody was a virgin, she would never do the things he asked of her, how could he take her and defile her like this?<br/><br/>"Mr. Mercer, it's there any other way? I-I just can't." She turned three shades of red, her eyes dropped to the floor. Yes he would be mad, but she had morals, standards, and his eight inch cock did not fit into those ideals. With her hands over her face, Melody almost threw up at the thought of having that thing in her mouth. She couldn't do it, she just couldn't.