My biggest worry is that once I have the babies, I will have to use a pry-bar to get them back from you and Collin. That’s why I decided I had bette... have three.”They looked at her in shock and once she started giggling, they had to join her. “Now, I think Serpin should change and you two should do that wonderful thing you did to me the other night.”They both knew what she wanted and her climbing on Collin told Serpin that she got to be the director this time. Serpin found she was more than. She wasn’t just staring, though. Secretly tickling her privates as she watched cars and people coming and going added a bit of zing to the static pastime. It wasn’t many such evenings before the teenage girl took to undressing for bed at the window, taking her time, toying with herself a bit more aggressively, praying no one outside would notice, yet wishing some guy might, and stop to see more.These moments helped put the icing on the otherwise boring days. And at night, when the lights went. Long story short, I fantasize about getting used by multiple men, but only with Alex’s permission. As in I fantasize about him letting his friends use me because I’m his slut to do with as he pleases. Before anyone gets mad about the inherent sexism involved here, I want to make clear that this is not how I think women should be treated in real life. This is a sexual fantasy of mine, and it stays in the bedroom.Anyway, back to the story. I was walking back to campus after running some errands. "Please, try to over-power me. I don't think you'll enjoy the result." "I don't want to fight with you." "I don't want to be your slave. I will not. Your 'deal' isn't legally binding, and I won't agree to it. Get out of my house." "You don't have a choice, love." His words were oddly gentle and affectionate. He tried to touch my face. I snapped his hand into mine, and twisted the fingers at a painful angle. He stared down at me, apparently unaffected. "I could break your fingers, and I will.