It seems she had done this a few times and he did not like having to rescue her while he was at work, I assured her it was no problem and it would be ...ur secret. I watched her slide into the seat beside me; I also noticed that again she was not wearing a bra as her nipples now stood out thru her outfit like two rail road spikes. Trying not to stare I started the car and we headed to her house to get her spare keys. We had not gone far when she leaned over and put her head on my shoulder. Then. ”I said, “Apology accepted. It’s early yet. Things can get better.”“I would like that. My guy just dumped me and I lost out on a promotion that I had hoped to get.”“I understand, sort of. I got one that I’m not sure I want and my girl refused to move here with me.”She grinned at me, “I guess we’re both losers in our own ways. I’m Amanda King.”“Hi, Amanda. I’m Malcolm Porter.” I looked her over a bit more. She was a stunningly good-looking girl about my age. She looked to be about five, eight or. But what you are talking about is different than what happened between us at the party. When we had sex, we didn’t know we were having sex with each other. But now you are suggesting that we knowingly and willingly have sex and I think that would just make things awkward between us.” She responded by saying, “I’ve known it was you since the next morning and I don’t feel awkward around you. You have known the truth for two weeks and you haven’t been acting awkward; you still love me the same. This girl, this slut, your favored and most cherished possession would die for you and you know it. She takes the limited power you give her and she makes short work of using it. She knows you so well, knows your needs, and knows your cravings and your desires are hers. She lives to serve, you, her King. She would do anything you ask and delight in doing it. You moan and pant as she works her mouth and throat around your cock. Her tongue dancing the length of you, tasting the pre-cum that.