Watching you at that party with all those girls fawning over you got me all worked up.”“Me too,” Melody chimed in. “I almost regret inviting e...erybody over. Come on. Let’s go down and have a glass of wine before they drink it all.”I followed Lissa and Melody downstairs in time to see all the rest of the girls gathered around the corner I used as a studio. My daybed and drapes were still set up and there were several of my sketches and paintings tacked to the walls. On the other side of the. His head is again full of thoughts. ‘Why did she reject me tonight?’His phone pings, and he sees a message from Abbie.Abbie: We can talk later tonight, have a good evening.Tim is heartened a little but still doesn’t understand why Abbie didn’t want them to spend time together tonight. ~~Walking towards his door, Tim stops briefly and looks at the other houses in his street, ‘why does my house look so drab?’ Going indoors, he surveys the front room and shudders. He hurries upstairs to his room. "Am I turning you on?"Without giving her an answer I kissed her and drove my tongue deep inside her mouth as my hands slid under her skirt. Just then, my friend Joe walked in the kitchen and said. "Smeels good. Yeah, this is my favorite sauce."Then things got quite normal again and I thought. "Just as well my friend walked in, because ah, she's three years older than me, and probably was just amusing herself with me in the kitchen."But to my surprise, she seemed to flirting with me every chance. It was still hard for her to believe she used words like that to describe her body. He had been pretty clear about her vocabulary. Slaves didn't have a vagina or breasts or rear. She had a cunt, tits and ass. Of course she had resisted, she never used that kind of language. After experiencing his methods of persuasion, she came around pretty quickly. Now it had become second nature and she had to be careful during conversations in her regular life. Fortunately, Brenda rarely discussed her.