Like an addiction, I craved that feeling again. The tingle I got as his thick jizz slid down my throat.“How could I be such a cock slut after only o...e time?” I wondered to myself after I called him and asked to see him again. He either knew or hoped I’d want more, because he knew enough to give me his phone number before he left the parking lot on that foggy, Saturday morning. Neither one of us lived only, but luckily he was free and by myself at that moment. I rushed over as fast as I could.. “I’m over here,” said Robbie, as Thompson bounced off the ropes, confused after a head shot connected. It was only a tap by Robbie’s standards, but it hurt. “What’s wrong with you today, boy? You seem distracted,” said the instructor, landing a light shot to his student’s abdomen that doubled him over.Thompson was indeed distracted, his mind filled with memories of Frank, the bullying at school, his fight with Eric. His brother’s death. His wife’s confession. All this came to him in a rush as. My skirt didn’t fully cover my ass and if I lifted my arms higher that my breasts, my shaved pussy was clearly visible. I was on the prowl and I wanted to be seen by the right victim.It worked. Across the crowd Blondie spotted me kissing my female companion. The black leather harness tied around her body covered little of her pale naked flesh. The thongs between her legs pulled her vulva open like a ripe fig. I pushed my “slave”, Cleo, onto her knees and rubbed my pussy in her face. No one. I always wanted a little girly bitch torun around after me." She was laughing now and I wondered what it allmeant."There will be some changes around here now. You are to be my girlybitch. That means you do exactly as I say or you will be punished. Whatdo you say to that?" What happens if I don't want to?" I suddenly felt a large slap across myface. It really hurt. "That isn't an option!" she screamed. "Now what doyou say?" Ok." Ok what?" she exclaimed."Ok I'll do it," I murmured."OK.