“Thanks!” she screamed, and wrapped her hands around me, hugging me. She held it for about a full 5 seconds. I smelled her hair. It smelled good. ...fter she finally released, she said “so what should I do?” I thought for a moment. I didn’t really know. I just said that so she would stop crying. I could get fired if I didn’t mark her paper correctly.“I’m not sure.” I said. “What do you think?” After a long pause, she finally said.“I don’t know. I will do whatever you want. I will be your slave.”. He began slowly stroking in and out of me, fucking me with smooth strokes."Hold it a second." I said, stopping him. I held him inside me by tightening my ass muscles, and, gripping his shoulders, rolled us over so that I was on top. I resumed our strokes by bobbing up and down using my legs and hips, impaling myself on his thick pole. Phil helped my by grabbing my hips and forcing me up and down onto his cock. I leaned forward and licked his nipples, then threw my head back as he fucked me. Vassy had a very unique taste; I could understand why Tanika enjoyed Vassy’s pussy and her anal pucker. In the deep recesses of my mind, I imagined Tanika and me sharing this bounty.Vassy, like all of her co-students all had a ‘Facebook‘ account. Me, I still couldn’t see the value of social media. Vassy would tell me little tid-bits about some of her contacts. Many of those comments confirmed why a Facebook account wouldn’t interest me.Vassy never ceased reminding me of Christmas. She had me. But I'd stayed up really late the previous night working on the latter, so I was kind of low key, having a hanging on the sofa sort of afternoon.I'd slunk low into the cushions, having gathered a little pillow and a throw for a little nap. But just then my cell rang. I pulled it out of my pocket, flipped it open, checking the number. I took the call.It was my little sister. I'd do anything for Kristi, so of course I answered. She'd gotten her degree, and I knew from her telling that she wasn't.