She had shotall of these as a hoot that very first night.I could just imagine Ted looking this up. Or Jerald. Or Mr. Oswalt. MyGod, the whole world wi...l know!"I can't believe you did this," I said to her."Lucy, do you still think this is about you? It never has been. Thisisn't the story of a writer who tried on a dress because his wifesuggests it. This is the story of a dominating wife who pushes herhusband into being her sissy. Every story has two viewpoints, Precious.You taught me that.. I recognized Jessica, one of our sophomores, a girl with winsome eyes, short dark hair, and a cute body. She was half-passed-out on one of the couches, a spilled drink next to her. Her hair was a mess, she had a couple of bruises in some tender spots and more marks where she'd been grabbed here and there. She was also covered in come. Guys had come on her face, her boobs, her tummy, and judging by the evidence, inside her.I was one of the three seniors, and I took charge of getting her out of. ** I had been recounting my weekend activities to Andrew as he drove me home from the airport. At that point he interrupted my story. You really gave yourself to Bill as his sex slave? Yes. It was very exciting to be someones sex slave. And you took your top off and rode in his car half naked? Well, yes. Once I had told him that I was his sex slave for the weekend, I had to do whatever he told me to do. Well. From now on I want you to be my sex slave, and I want you to take all your clothes off. Their eyes connected. Electric. The power that surged was electric. They flirted. They danced. Flirted more. Danced closer. The dance floor was packed. Shoulder to shoulder. No one noticed. Sarah wore a skirt. Short. Easy to get under. He wore jeans. Zipper and button. Easy to undo. His hands slid to her back, pulling her closer to him. Her breasts pushed against his chest. She could feel his heart beating, feel the heat radiating from within, feel the passion as his lips captured hers. Gently,.