I unconsciously bit my lip as I awaited his answer. ?Yes you can? He replied. ?Come on over here and get on your knees. I want to see how much...of a little slut you actually are. I obediently scurried over to my newfound master. As I approached him he guided my head forcefully down to his waist. I obliged, willing to do anything this stranger asked of me. ?hurry up. Shit is starting to hurt? he said as I got adjusted on me knees. I looked up at him, confused, as warm liquid began to. A bit from the dirt road, the kitchen, the shower and the basement workout all became a long night of Evan almost entering her, then a sudden shift back to them making out. She'd been denied what she wanted, over and over again. Deana threw the covers back and looked at the underwear twisted around her ankles. What the hell had she been doing to herself? It's time, ready or not, she thought and got out of bed.In the shower, while her soapy hand moved over the course new growth, fear stabbed her. - A little cream with your coffee sir ? he asked.- Can I milk it out my self ? I responded laughing.He took me seriously, probably because I didn't try to run away when I saw him.He put down the coffee plate, started to pull off my t-shirt, got me to stand upand suddenly pull down my pants to my ankles. Take it all off ! he said firmly. So I did. I was now bucked naked !His friend, Mr. Cream got undressed too.On your knees boy ! Milk us out ! You'll get plenty of fresh cream believe me. All I had to do wastell him to whip it out, and he would. Guaranteed. That realizationstopped me in my tracks. I could treat him like shit for the rest oftime, and he would always be back for more. So would Stockroom Follies.And I suspected so would Leslie.But what about Tom? This was a whole different thing, and I was unclearwhy. Without any decision or even conscious thought, I had drifted intobeing something approximating his girlfriend. I wasn't sure whatrights, privileges and obligations.