His experimental side chimed in that she had discovered his secret and didn't laugh or tell his parents. She instead kissed him and then invited him t... meet her on Saturday morning.At some point, he must have fallen asleep cause when he woke the sunlight was just peaking through his window. He got up and headed to the master bath where he showered and shaved. Back in his room, he donned his newest erotic lingerie under his jogging suit, everything but the bra. He would put that on later so he. I lifted her bra and went deep.She stopped resisting. Now I was fully cupping her boob. She was breathing heavily. I asked her are you wet. She told she can’t tell how much and probably her inner is fully wet. Hearing this I gave a tight press to her boob. She moaned silently. I stopped and asked did it hurt. She said no.I could understand she liked it and pressed and massaged more. Then my other hand was playing with her belly over her dress. The boob press stopped after sometime. I took my. She looked promising, but she wasn’t Evie. For his sake, Dean had to forget about Evie sooner or later. Dean was about to call Evie again when he heard a scream outside. His heart thudded with fear as he grabbed his gun off the top of the refrigerator and ran outside. To his left he saw a man running away, and to his right he found Evie slouched over, crying. Dean picked her up in his arms, and carried her inside. She was crying uncontrollably as Dean dialed 911. He hung up the phone after he. “Very good sub master!” boomed the voice from the computer speakers, “very good indeed! But little bitch boy looks thirsty, why don’t you both give him something to drink.They did, in quick succession, their golden piss washing any remnants of their cum into my stomach. I was filled with their fluids, but still very horny. I still had not cum, and my penis showed the strain…red and angry looking, slick from pre-cum.“Back up on your feet, shithead,” came the order form thousands of miles away..