"You will address the members of BBC house with the title of 'Master'. Got it?" Jamal said, practically yelling at us in a demanding tone. My eyes wid...ned as I looked over at the boy. He held the side of his face that was beet red. He muttered, trying to hold back his tears."Y-Yes, M-Master...I'm sorry." He hung his head in fear. My jaw dropped as a tough realization finally hit me. I knew that I would have to endure much more pain than that if I was going to be accepted into this group."First. Over his shoulder the beach was still empty for miles each way. No one could see them.Jason pulled his head out, gazing into her eyes as she held onto him by the side of the neck. His eyes stayed strong, predatorial, while hers weakened at the feeling of his bulbous dick squeezing into her tight little pussy. Her lips were quavering slightly, open, and when his eyes dropped onto them they launched at his in full force. No sooner did their lips collide again than did his meaty rod begin to slip. I was right about not needing wine. As soon as he entered and the door closed, I knew I had to devour him. I grabbed the wine in his hand and set it on the table beside the door. Then I looked deep into his eyes with all the lust I had building in me. He took my cue and placed his mouth hard on mine. I opened my mouth a little and let his tongue slip inside. His hand reached up and lightly brushed my left breast. He must have been testing the waters, and when I moaned in approval, he placed his. “Ok, no one’s there. I’ll be here. Now run! Run like the wind!” Lauren said, patting her on the back.She went, jogging at first. It suddenly felt cold. She was still wearing shorts from that summer day. Slowly but surely she picked up speed. The cold now reached her nipples, making them hard. She eventually sprinted her way back to her dorm room. Lauren was still watching her breasts bounce with every stride.“Come on! Come on!” She slammed the door. Lauren giggled.“That shit’s tiring…” Fancy.