I tried to get us to do things together.She laughed.How could I fuck her then? What can I do to—My phone beeped with a text message. I frowned. I di...n’t get a lot of those. I didn’t have too many friends. Just Sam, who rarely texted, and Eddie, who had to transfer to a different college because of me. We weren’t talking as much because of that.I snagged my phone, glancing at it. I smiled when I saw it was a text from my sex slave. I opened it up and read her naughty message and enjoyed the. Shawn told her that he would be there in a half an hour, but it barely took him twenty minutes to get to her apartment."You don't know how glad I am ta see you!" he exclaimed, the moment Sheryl opened the door for him. "I thought you were just blowin' me off when you said ya had ta work late." Yeah, I know I've been a little mean to ya Shawn, and I'm sorry," replied Sheryl, demurely.Everything went just as she'd planned. Shawn helped her make the spaghetti, they talked and laughed together, and. She was like a bitch in heat and enjoying peak after pleasurable crest, arching like a bridge on my throbbing spear or writhing from side to side as I buried my shaft and stones in and out of her wriggly lips.I rolled away from her, found my clothes and my boots and scuttled from the room before she changed her mind. She was a fine woman, tight and deep when we began, but now soggy and soft, and I had had enough of her until the morning when we both might try again, I hoped.Out in the hall a. ’ And I walked off without giving her a chance to respond. It all went well, and she was very creative in being a little careless in stting back down, leaving the trail leg a little behind the lead leg while slowly setting her purse on the floor to the opposite side of her chair. I was actually quite impressed. The fella at the table across from her certainly noticed. But the best part was, his glance was long enough for his wife to follow his sideways stare. I would have loved to know what.