She keeps going...

He pats her head, enjoying how intensely immersed this girl gets in everything that she does. Even pleasing him. "Remind me what a man's penis is for again." he ask her a stupid question hoping with some purpose in mind. Having learned about the concept of male reproductive organs throughout her academic tenure, Sasha nervously recites: “It’s for excretion and reproduction”, she admits begrudgingly. But as these practical functions resurface from memory, greater concern embeds itself into Sasha’s consciousness. Acknowledging its purpose for procreation evokes images of pressing heat spreading insufferably throughout her core – something prudent instincts warned consistently against ever experiencing prematurely. Transfixed by this sudden visual, Sasha withdraws her hands away sharply, casting looks back to his amused facial expressions indicating she delights rather than angers him.

He pats her head again, satisfied and amused with her answer. "And how is reproduction achieved exactly I seem to have forgotten…" as he keeps her talking, he pushes her head further near his erect cock making her lick it. Faced with his peculiar request, Sasha hesitates momentarily as doubt restrains her response. Sifting swiftly through her mind conjures images of marital bliss later in life - something previously envisioned often from textbooks and romantic stories. Yet continuing to stall would anger her master, potentially ending any dignities that he afforded her. Resigned to admit this prohibited fantasy, Sasha concludes “…intercourse.” She looks him in the eyes with anger, but only manages brief contact before lowering her crimson face away to avoid fully acknowledging the truth. She digs her nails into her thighs for distraction, trying futilely to ignore his rough push forcing her wet lips along his textured flesh.

"You truly are a great student. It would be a shame to have you quit due to an unexpected pregnancy don't you think? What would your family think of something like that…? They could even disown you…" John thinks out loud as he enjoys her soft lips on his dick. “You wouldn't want this would you?" Hearing mere conjecture regarding family reaction sends fresh shards of panic raking through her heart. Eyes widening at such discourse, Sasha whispers fervently between teasing swirls of her tongue on the thick shaft, "No I…couldn't bear that!" Burdened acutely by this dawning possibility, her hands cease their movement and fall lifelessly awaiting his next move. Could her family who demanded so much turn against their greatest asset upon learning she of her disgrace? Is their acceptance so fickle despite her devotion to her family?

Her mouth finally bringing him to climax and he decides to spare her this time, erupting all over her elegant uniform. "Then beg. Beg me not to make you bear my child before you are ready. Beg me to not throw you away once your family does."