"Yeah you love it when you get fucked like the whore I made you into huh? Like it when I use your body as my little fuck toy? Tell me you’re my litt...e cock whore" he told me with his eyes closed, while he continued ramming his rock hard dick in and out my hungry waiting mouth.I looked up at him and felt my pussy drip thinking of how much pleasure I was giving him. I think that’s the main reason I was such a slut with Damon, when I’d see his dick it was as if my life mission was to help him. ’ The pretty girl speaking to him. Crystal. Neighborhood girl for most of his life ’til she moved last year. One of his only friends. Friends since early childhood. They used to bath together. Back when they were four. ‘Yeah right. I rather not get hulk smashed by steroid boy.’ He is just watching her pick up his stuff. Admiring her. He wants her. But no. She said that he was more like a brother than a lover. Too bad he thought. He could treat her better than any of her boyfriends. Especially. I don’t know what I’d have done if our Tree House hadn’t returned you to me.” Then in my own pensive mind, I tried to close off that line of thinking.There was no reason to open that now closed door. If I had been let alone and gotten through that door, things would have gotten real bad. Let’s leave that door forever closed I thought to myself. I had my Lindie and that’s what mattered now.OK, I know that I’ve gotten a little off track here. My mind wanders at times and wander is what Lindie. She cuddled into the comforter, reaching out in her sleep and gathering the pillow he'd used against her. He smiled as she buried her face in it and with one more gentle kiss, this time on her bare shoulder he turned to leave the apartment.His car was in the lot where he'd left it and he hopped in, knowing he should stop at home and change. Instead, he decided to use the lockers at work, he kept extra clothes there, and he could always wear scrubs if need be.But what waited for him at the.