But now that she was out of the picture, there was no reason not to enjoy it. “Tell me you want me,” he whispered into my ear, his teeth grazing m... earlobe now, his lips placing soft kisses all the way from behind my ears down to my collar bone. I was helpless, he had his arms around me so tightly, I couldn’t pull back even an inch. “I want you,” I whispered, my fingers buried in his soft brown hair, pulling him closer to me. I felt him push his hips towards me in anticipation and I moaned into. Underwear began to seem like overdressing. People walked to and from the showers with just their towels, and sometimes the towels were hung over the shoulder, with the bodies bare. Some of the boys, exhibitionists or just horny devils, took to walking in the corridors in the nude, clearly proud of their equipment dangling for our inspection. And we did inspect. Why not? The boys were enjoying us too. They began using the showers during prescribed “girl” time; that effort at segregation. .. much like my fingers were at the moment."So I'm going to give you what you crave" I said in a soft, confident tone. "that... and so much more. You are going to be My wanton slut for the next hour, and I'm going to make you say and do things that you've only dreamt about."She was now blushing."Now, it's your turn" I said calmly. "Lead me into your home and into the room where you will offer your body to me completely. You will never look at that room the same, after today."With that, she. But I think you should. Even if it’s just for five minutes.”I nodded. It was all I could do. I didn’t trust myself to speak.The cemetery was on the edge of town, opposite The Rec. Clarissa parked by the squat building that served as a chapel and administration building, got out and extracted the flowers from the back seat as carefully as she’d put them in.“Where are they?” she asked.Like I said, it had been a while since I’d been to the cemetery—two years in fact. I’d been to visit them on the.