Being in the same class had also required a certain amount of interaction but Colin would never have considered Angus to be a friend.“I wonder if he...��s free tonight,” murmured Colin before sending off a message to his fellow scout.Yana approached the three of them clutching a piece of paper.“Grab a seat,” instructed Colin and waited for her to sit. “Now, have you given the slave mark any thought?”“The centre of the forehead is perfectly acceptable,” she replied softly.“Not around the navel, like. She told me her brother would show us his. Show it he did. Fully hard his little cock wasn’t much bigger than my pinky finger, and I couldn’t help but compare him to the size of my trusty hairbrush handle. I even touched it, but then I blurted out “wow, it’s so tiny”. Suddenly Steve turned beet red, yanked up his pants, and ran out of the room. I guess that wasn’t what he wanted to hear. He rarely ever spoke to me again.One thing I learned from having Sarah as my friend was that I looked. "Your wife's pussy is awesome. She is fucking loving my cock boy", he gloated. "You want me to stop fucking her, huh! Want me to stop?", he asked while driving into my wife ferociously. "Come on, you want me to stop?" Of course I didn't. "Please don't stop fucking her, please", I stammerd. That beta hole slowing growing deeper having to beg him to fuck her."Fuck yeah. Sit back and watch a real man fuck your wife", Peter exclaimed while continually fucking my wife. He was sweating a lot. Little did he know but Michelle was born.Over time wearing women's lingerie, stockings, heels, boots, gloves, dresses became the source of the thrill. Those rare stolen moments when the secret collection could be opened and tried on. Worn for an audience of one, mirrors adjusted so that side and back views could be achieved, so that the curves of calves, thighs and buns from 5" heels and sheer nylons could be appreciated. Daring purchases of must have items from stores, long hours of internet.