“-Yeah sure,” she said after stumbling over her words. Then Lucy felt someone punch her shoulder. It was Francisca behind her.“You are just goin... to help him cheat like that?”“Pretty much.”“You need to keep it in your pants, Lucy. You can’t just do everything for a guy because they’re hot.”Then a whistle blowing pierced the air and the gym went silent, with some students in the front covering their ears. “Push-ups! Let’s go!”Lucy couldn’t afford to sweat. Not since a couple days ago. She took. I didn't make many friends!Annie danced with anyone who asked, laughing and flirting, paying less and less attention to me as time passed and wine flowed. Brad danced with her often. Toward the end of the evening, they danced only in each others arms.They never moved far from the table. Annie's dress was open, Brad had plenty of exposed skin to explore, but his hands still roamed below her dress onto her fine ass. I sent silent signals to my love, but her head remained on his shoulder, her. He occasionally let his friends fuck her. There was one guy, Fred, in particular that seemed to take a delight in using her. He was a black guy a little older than her master. Her master had loaned her out a couple of times to him for the weekend.Then things changed. His mother showed up at his door one Friday evening. He frantically had his slave put on some clothes when he realized who was knocking on his door.He opened the door and said “Mom, this is an unexpected surprise. To what do I owe. 'That's curious, ' he thought, 'I doubt they all go to church.'The door opened and Leila, dressed simply in jeans and a t-shirt led Shamshaire to her room."So how is Shakeel," Leila asked, not wanting to ask the typical "how are you." Great actually," Shamshaire started, sounding more like his normal self. "He's got a girlfriend." Really? Does she got to school with him?" she asked, already knowing the answer. Leila had talked to Dan several times since he first called her about Shamshaire."No..