My flirting had also made me popular with the guys around campus. With the guys I really liked I would turn it on thick, and on more than one occasion... it paid off with a night or two of wild sex. I had really lost control. My love of flirting and sex was turning me into a slut, but I didn’t care. I loved the attention and I didn’t have anyone to answer to, so I just lived life to the fullest. Besides, I was making good grades, I was working and paying my bills, and I was also giving my time to. ..Out of the corner of my eye I saw someone walk into the bedroom. It was aman dressed just like I was. I started to struggle more against the ropesbut it was no use."Well slut I'd like to introduce you to my boyfriend. He's going to fillyour other hole," Mistress laughed.He climbed on the bed in front of my face. He pulled his cock out fromunder his skirt. He smacked my face with his cock. He rubbed it againstmy ballgag toying with me. Mistress Ann started unbuckling my gag. Whenshe took it. The heat! I can feel her heart beating now, my erection swelling and obvious, her swollen nipple firm in my palm...At last; we kiss.She rotates slowly on the bed, offering her mouth, and reaching to hold my head in her hands. Another voyage of discovery, more intimate than the first; tongues gently meet for the first time, tentative. Then with some urgency, some confidence, some desire, and our mouths lock together as our needs become mutual. The kiss takes seemingly hours, and when it breaks. . but it's worked for me for years so why change up a perfectly good strategy now! On the other hand, unlike the Foole, I'd never had an entire criminal organization after my nicely tanned ass before. This situation of now playing second fiddle to a virtual stranger ought to have annoyed me, but instead it was a huge relief ... a twenty ton weight was now off of my shoulders.The Foole seemed to have the vague outline of a plan as to how he was going to penetrate the high security Watters.