I was 12 years old when I asked Karin if She would be kind enough to spit in my mouth. She looked at me as if I were a walking fart and told me to buzz off. I did, but I was back the next day. And the day after that. Finally, after weeks of pleading and begging, She spat on my mouth. God, I nearly fainted. She was so beautiful and to taste Her spit was a dream come true. She probably did it to get it over and done with, not realising I was now addicted. It took another couple of weeks, but slowly but surely She got used to my craziness. Her sensational saliva didn’t come easy though. I really had to beg and grovel for it. She would order me to kneel, open my mouth and then kept me waiting. She talked with the other Girls while I was down on my knees catching flies. It was very humiliating and it made Her look so powerful. I was still a kid and I didn’t have a pot to piss in, but I would have surrendered everything to Her. All in the name of spit. The next year we went to different schools and I never saw Karin again. Such a spity.