I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if every...hing is not perfect. I am only human after all. Authors Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of a series. For full enjoyment, please read The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-20. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually. I tried calling. I tried messaging.There’s limits to relationships. There’s a line that you can’t go past, a threshold when people decide no shared history can make up for what you’ve done.I crossed it.They’d all removed me on social media. I deleted mine the next day.None of them returned my calls or messages. I begged Mom to change my number when I got back. I deleted theirs from my phone so I’d stop trying to call.I didn’t blame them. Not after a couple days. It might be a Quirk, but it’s. Francie had continued to come over on Tuesdays and Thursdays after class, determined to fuck my dick off.“You have three sweet girlfriends,” she said. “I don’t want you thinking with your dick when you’re with them. They have a lot more to lose than I do. Everybody knows I’ve done it at least once.”“From what I hear, your expression and attitude on Wednesdays and Fridays has made it likely that everyone knows you do it a lot,” I laughed as I slid deep inside her pussy and she gasped.“I have to. " The pretty girl turned around and walked back into the back room.Janet thought she heard the girl say 'Master', what was that all about? Just then a very old man came out, wearing a bathrobe! 'This is a good time to leave,' Janet thought."No Janet, please don't leave. Dannie calls me 'Master' as a joke, I wear the bathrobe because it's comfortable and for sentimental reasons. What's more important is how I can help you today. I can help you, if you let me." What do you mean help me, I don't.