Not wanting to displease her master, she ran back to the front of the cabin and knelt at his feet. "Did I give you permission to close that zip?" Alex... gulped in fear - was she in trouble so soon? "Well, slave - are you going to answer me?" Y-yes master ... uhhh, I mean N-no master!" Slave, did you just use the word 'I'?" Alexa stammered, frozen to the spot. "Unless permitted, from now on you will always use Third Person. There will be no 'I' or 'Me', only 'a slave' or 'this slave' -. She looked as if she had seen a ghost, as colour drained from her face upon the realization she was being fucked by a cock, 'I'm not on the pill', she uttered, confused with the pleasure of being fucked and the thought of her daddy having to deal with the god awful realization his daughter was finally, 'Up-the-Duff', but that was not my concern as I urged my brother to fuck her harder and I held her ankles apart, to make sure I saw all the in and out action and the 'final cumming', in biblical. "Okay Jasmine," the announcers says. "You know what happens now. It'stime for you to show us all the woman you've become, and to give one ofthese contestants something to remember"She freezes, her smile looking more forced."Who do you choose to deflower you?" the announcer asks, his voicedripping in anticipation.She looks at me, then at Dirk, then back at me.I am supposed to want to do this. It's meant to be an honor. It could bemy last chance to have vaginal sex as man. I'm supposed to want to. It wasn’t all about sex; we also went places and did things together, dancing, bowling, movies, exhibitions, shopping, everything, just like a real boyfriend and girlfriend – or indeed a cohabiting couple. It wasn’t all silky smooth either; she was distinctly off for a couple of days after she came in the cafeteria to find me innocently talking to a female member of our study group, and I let her know that I wasn’t at all happy when she was forty minutes late meeting me at a spaghetti house.