After an exhibition tournament, our Russian tennis queen suddenly loses control over her walk of life as she joins the toy collection of an old fashioned Middle Eastern ruler. Once the true magnitude of the plans around her sinks in, she seriously questions some of her career choices, which provoked this terrible "Tennis Teen Terrorism". Will years of sports psychology help her through the multitude of harassments ahead of her, and will she eventually escape out of the hands of her tormentors?
I sat down at my computer and started writing an email to daddy. He has just returned home from vacation. I envisioned his handsome full figured body, piercing green eye, and brown hair streaked with gray. I could feel my arms encircling him as I gave him a big hug and a welcome home kiss. I closed my eyes and whispered, "I love you daddy!" Then felt my nipples harden, my pussy get damp, and a tingling sensation from head to toe.
"Tap, tap, tap, tap..." The sound of high heels striking the floor echoed through the corridor of the teaching building, crisp and resonant. As the footsteps drew closer, my heart began to beat faster and faster. I was all too familiar with such an imposing stride. Moments later, a stunningly beautiful woman in a black professional suit and skirt entered the office. She had an exquisite, fair-skinned oval face, with long, dark hair elegantly pinned up at the back...