"Come on Anthony, you know you really want, you know you want to hurt just a little, don't you? He looked up at me with those beautiful eyes and...a blow a thick stream of smoke directly into his face. "Come on Anthony, you know you want me to fuck you with my big strap-on, don't you? Please let me Anthony. I need it. I need to make you mine. I need to make you my bitch at least sometimes so you won't stray. I need to make you mine." And with that, I began to grind his face harder into my. "And with that he moved down and began to suck on my nipples and that gotme so turned on that I had to play with his cock, and you can guess wherethe rest of that evening went.A day or so after that, while I was sitting in the kitchen working my waythrough the enormous breakfast that Dad had left for me the thoughtsuddenly popped into my mind: "Why am I doing this?" I looked down andsaw how I'd been shoveling food into my mouth faster than I could chewand swallow it and I was drooling maple. He grinned; suddenly, we were a conspiracy. The alliances had shifted; it was now male against female. Now all we had to do was wait until she was too aroused to argue and we could step things up -- and she was doing a good deal of THAT work herself!When she started backing her ass into his crotch rhythmically, it was time to move on. He whispered in her ear momentarily, got a nod while she watched me warily, then he gently shifted her to a position beside him. Then he made adjustments under. Later on that night my phone beeped , it was a text from Claire, it was a pic of her thong with the message how far would you go to keep a secret. I turn my phone to silent so cathy can't her, my stomach sinks. Before I can even think of a reply I get another text. The message is - you can even work off some of your debt, interested ? .I text back .yer just pls don't tell cathy, what is it you want from me . I get a instant reply , it's a link to a porn site , with the message what I have been.