“He get you. Fucking lucky asshole.” he said.I smiled at him.We sat there for a few minutes and started to mark the examination papers, then I loo...ed at him.“Well my fiancéis leaving for a business trip tonight at 7:30. And he’ll be gone all night, if you want to get your revenge.” I said.“Mmm are you fucking serious????” he askedI nodded my head, and smiled, my pretty teeth at him and looked at him googly eyed.“Will you let me really get back at him?” he askedI got closer to his face and. ‘It’s good to see you too, who is this?’ as he pointed to me.“This is my new toy, my slave, i’ve been training him this past month, he is well trained and very obedient now, he lets me do what I wish and does what I tell him.’With that he came over and had that look in his eye, I knew what was coming, he slapped my cheek hard, it hurt but I thanked him, he slapped me on the other cheek, I had tears running but thanked him again. He pulled my head back, I opened my mouth, he spat into my mouth,. I first introduced her in the first story I wrote, “Cards With Friends.” Stephanie is married to Jason, who is now a happy cuckold husband. This is now the ninth story with her.At the end of another story I wrote about these two, called “Threesome for a Hotwife,” Stephanie now wears a gold anklet on one of her legs that has a little, spade shaped charm on it, the capital letter “Q” in the center, to indicate that she is now a “queen of spades,” where she only really desires black men,. We were always close, and our sexual activities were just bringing us closer. If it makes any sense, it was a friends with benefits type of relationship. Regardless, I needed it. I needed the sheer taboo erotica of those stolen moments. Finally, it was time to go home for Spring Break. As luck would have it, Mark's school was out at the same time. I was waiting for him in the driveway when he pulled in after school that Friday. I was wearing a short skirt. It was a respectable length, of.