"So what do you want?" "I want you to let me call you slut. In class." "No, Timmy, I'll be humiliated." "I reckon you will." He said. "No please..... don't make me do it." "I'm not making you do anything. I can walk away right now. No more cock for you, though." "Oh god! No not that! You can't just leave me like this!" "Then what's your name to me in class?" "Slut." I murmured. "That's Ms. Slut." He shot back, giving one fat dick-blow on my clit and labia. "And one more thing, Ms.. I continued to press my palms against your skin as I massaged further down with my fingers to your shoulder; applying just the right amount of pressure. Massaging and kneading your shoulder I can feel it begin loosening as I move to your other shoulder doing the same. I can’t believe how turned on I am getting from doing this. I apply more oils to my hands; the room filling with the scent from the candles and the oils as I begin massaging your arms; very slowly working from your upper. Let me take on the topic without wasting time. I m hiding identify so I changed my name Im Pooja, I am from very conservative family from Rajkot. My family not allowed making any kind of miss behavior. And due to this I also not believe in sex before marriage. But I m not able to do so. Before three years I am doing college in commerce background , so its been allowed any kind of friends coming to home or I go to others , but asI looking good, fair, slim body, every of family very care of mine. A quick freeze spell kept them from saying anything or seeing me change when I dropped the glamour.This did present a bit of a problem, as I didn’t want them to see me when I had changed or when I transferred to Rickey’s offices. As if by Magic, I suddenly remembered one of the old drunks that I had seen in my travels. He was apparently famous among the local homeless as being a great moocher, and I changed my glamour to appear to be him before canceling the freeze spell.“Hey, don’t finish.