It was only last year that Steve had been a toilet slave in the ladies' room at Edge Play, a BDSM-oriented club in New York. He had been their toilet...slave for about two months straight. He had only volunteered to do it for one night, but he had failed to read the fine print of his contract and they kept him until another guy volunteered to replace him as a toilet slave.After that debacle, Steve had become unemployed again, in exactly the same dire straits as he had been before his. I had all kinds of reasons why NOT to, including the one pointing out straight at her and the fact that it seemed every time I looked at her now I was getting excited. I looked from her to the bed and back. It wasn’t a very big bed. I think it was called a full bed. If we both got in it at the same time it certainly was going to be a very full bed! I was seriously thinking of going back upstairs when Grammy pushed herself upright and slowly walked around the bed to stand right in front of me.. Our accomplishments would determine the level of privilege we enjoyed for the next year in the frat. Then we were off. I decided to head up to the top floor. The senior girls lived there, so I figured there should be more variety in underwear available. Plus, I suspected none of the other guys would want to chance wasting time with stairs. In a few minutes, I was on the floor, facing a long dark corridor. The first doors on either end led to bathrooms, and the one nearest me was in use, as I. "Seeing you fuck me is what she deserves. I want to be there when she understands who her daughter has become, the kind of person genes and upbringing have produced. I want to be close enough to smell their despair when they realise who I am, the sick fruit of their filthy union."With such a beautiful girl in my arms, my cock could not give more of a shit about the platter of revenge she wants to serve up to her mother. Chilled or warm, I do not care. It's enough to have Sasha and Phil Madden's.