Again and again our lips locked, as though looking for a way to get closer than was humanly possible.“Oh, my love, I'm so happy you are back. I fear...d you had forgotten luckless Phyx.”“No, in fact I've thought of nothing else but you and longed to see you again.”I saw her smile then and she met my eyes with scare sly veiled emotion. Her hands travelled down toMy abdominals and up my back then she led me slowly to the rear of the moon drenched chamber where her bed lay. Suddenly she turned to me. Jess was my fiancé, my girl, and my love. She also happened to be my owned and collared slave. We had been in a full time power exchange relationship for the better part of two and a half years. It hadn't taken very long at all into our relationship to identify as Master and slave. It had felt right and natural to us from the beginning.Jess was short, like me, and had beautiful, rich brown hair that flowed down her shoulders and back. She kept it long because that's what I preferred, and since. We had a couple of beer’s while lying in sperate twine beds in my room, witch me and my b*****r had sheared before he left for collage. The room was dark and we were talking about pussy and how some girls suck cock and eat your cum. Steve said he had always wanted a girl who could deep thought him! I told him I had it done to me and it was great! he was very envious and said his cock was so big it made them gage. I told him I hade never had that happen to me, and said my dick was 5′. He said. "Oh, Susan," he said, "Stop fretting."I love that sub-continent accent. His was thicker, more lush, than Doctor Patel's. His face was genuine with compassion."I ... Did I disappoint?" I quivered."Certainly not, Susan Ellerbee. You passed the point that validated your advanced placement status before lunch. I'm just about ready to sign your paperwork crediting you for sophomore level, fall semester."I think people were startled by my squeal.The next thing on the agenda this afternoon was a.