Yes, I’m ready for another one. You know my type … that’s right, no one over 25. I can be ready in 2 hours, do you have anyone? Yes? Great, ...ou’re a doll. Talk soon.”Janice went upstairs, grabbed a shower, brushed out her long blonde hair and got ready. “Madame Martine” was sending her another one of her “clients”, a strong young stud who liked stronger women. Janice always had slaves, men who worshiped the ground she walked on and were taught to provide her with untold sexual delights. . He was almost late for his medieval history class and spent the whole time shifting in his clothes, trying to feel normal. He failed miserably and wondered what he was going to eat at lunch with no money and no sandwiches. After class he wandered out into he grounds and sat on the grass with his back to the chestnut tree, eyes closed. A weight settled over his knees, gentle fingers kissing at his nipples through shirt and waistcoat, warm open mouth on his neck. Thomas blinked, opened his eyes. But that didn't last forever. We started having problems about a year in because he said I never told him how I feel. Communicating my feelings was never something I was good at. It would break my heart when we fought. He would pull away and told me many times that just because we were now in a relationship that doesn't mean I no longer needed to grow. When I convinced him I would, we would start seeing each other again. This cycle lasted for two years. Every six months or so we would run into. .. and left not a drop of cum!"I look at him in terror as he pulls down his pants and push me on the floor. I have to climb under the table to start making him hard. His dick is not even half erect yet, but already twice the size of my own. I gently touch his balls, but he laughs and tells me how he is now posting my wife with name and all, so I better get serious. He pulls my close to his crotch and slaps my face hard with his cock.I starts to nervously lick his dick, but he loses his patience.