We were quite similar really, only I had blue eyes and very long hair.Anyway, there were a lot of different games we made up, but we had our favourite... that we played regularly. This particular afternoon we decided to play ‘slaves’. In this game we would take it in turns to be the ‘slave’, and do whatever the other person wanted. This time it was Charlottes turn to be the slave, which meant that I was the master! I liked it best that way. The game started off simply, I’d ask her to tidy my. It was Robert asking when he could see me again and I told him if he’d like, I would drop my friend off and we could meet somewhere and he said yes of course. I told him I would call him when I got home. The ride home me and Kim chatted about boyfriends and then she surprised me by saying, ‘You looked really great out there on the dance floor tonight.’ I was shocked to be hearing this from her, but I told her thank you and blushed at the thought of her watching me. She said, ‘I’m sorry I. Her lower body started to shake and the muscles in her smooth belly spasmed quietly as another small climax rolled through her. She twisted her arms round my neck and bit my ear quite hard. ‘Just a little more, please. I don’t want this ever to end. Just keep fucking me slowly till we die…’ I slowed slightly and relaxed my asshole, holding myself back, then bent my neck and drew one rigid nipple into my mouth, nipping it lightly and worrying the hard little stub with the tip of my tongue. Her. Time passed n our finals came near n it was a week to finals when shahiba came one day to my bench in a vacant period n told me that she was ready for a coffee sharing with me at the college canteeen n then left quickly n i still remember that in her way back to her bench she nodded with a smile to iqra which i ignored at that time and now after three years when i remember dat day i feel like dat was worst moment of my life.moreover ,i was one of the toppers of my class and a the guy who was.