In fact I think you crave being my slut, my whore, my pet to do with as I please. Am I right slut? Do you crave to be my slut?"I looked up briefly to ...espond to his question honestly, "Yes sir. I crave to be yours, to use as you see fit."He erupted into laughter at my response before continuing with his degrading talk. "That's what I thought slut. Your limp dick husband has no idea that you are a stupid slut for my big black cock does he?" No," was my quick reply as I continued my task of. There would be anawful lot she could teach me about living the UNlife.After our drinks arrived I raised mine and said "Here's toGiving it a chance!" and drained my glass, though I managedto stop myself in time from flinging it across the roomlike they do in those old movies,Monique smiled and finished her drink as well. "Then followme," she said."Where are we going?" To MY place," she said, giving me a look filled with suchsexual tension that it fair took my breath away. (Okay,okay. Well, it. ”Eventually, they had all applied their make-up to a reasonable standard. “It’s time for your lunch break, girls, and it will be a liquid lunch,” announced Miss Abigail. She went to a cupboard and took out 12 oversized baby feeding bottles. On the top were teats that looked like giant rubber cocks. She walked around the classroom handing them out. They contained a liquid that looked like milk. “You will suck half of the liquid from your bottles and then pass it to your girlfriend who will suck. "Dance with me?" Reets hesitated. Myn smiled slightly and almost sadly. "Neither of us seems to have the words so rather than sit here in a very uncomfortable silence, I want to dance with you." Reets touched her hand and stood. They moved around the room slowly in perfect time to the slow song. They started in a pose that could be described as 'dancing school classic'. Two hands clasped and their other hands touching each other between the shoulder and hip. There was enough room between them.