.Maybe I was coming off as a little nervous, so she knew something was upwith me; that I wasn't just there to reminisce. A whiff of somethingobsessed ...bout me. Because believe me, stars had crazy stalkers backthen too.So then she started to get nervous herself; all of the suddenremembering she had someone she needed to meet in an hour, trying to runme out of there. And so I just asked her, "How much do you know aboutMax Grosz?"And then she knew. She knew that I knew. And she was afraid. She. "I wasn't expecting you today. How are you?"Ignoring the latter part of the question, Lacey said, "Yes, I know I'm not supposed to be here until tomorrow, but I was hoping you'd have a few minutes to meet with me."She didn't know Lacey all that well, but they were on friendlier terms than this was starting out, and something dropped in the pit of Susan's stomach. It was similar to that pleasant jump when one is surprised by the certainty of getting laid in relatively short order - very much as. I was disappointed that she was wearing her sweats and baseball cap, but after giving me a toe-curling kiss, Patti peeled off her sweats revealing her sports bra and gym shorts. It was going to be very difficult to keep my mind on what we were doing."Well, come on; let's do some stretches to limber up before we start with the weights. You've got a lot of work to do if you want to get that body of yours back in tip-top shape."Patti put me through a series of exercises that seemed to me like a. “Looks like you swallowed every drop! That’s a good little cum slut,” Terrence complimented as he pulled up his pants.I wanted to say something back to defend myself. But as I thought about it, he was right. In that moment I was a cum slut faggot. I could have fought back to push his dick out of my mouth, but I didn’t. And the moment his cum started filling my mouth I couldn’t get enough.“Whatever,” I replied, reluctantly accepting my new role.“From now on you’re going to be my personal slut.