“Please don’t call me Sheknia. Just say Emily.” She was panting, staring into his eyes. “Can you say that, Baby? Emily” He felt hurt that sh... didn’t want the title of Mistress. She didn’t want to be his Mistress. Emily only wanted to fuck him. He wasn’t a pleasure pet, or domestic slave. He was merely a whore now. “Emily,” he whispered closing his eyes so she wouldn’t see his tears of pain. Served him right with the way he’d danced before all those people. He’d only wanted to entice her with. That all changed one day when we were playing. I had to go to the bathroom–badly, and I was supposed to stay naked. I was terrified about going to the bathroom in the same room as him, with him so close to me! But I didnt want to go on the floor, so I did. He noticed me peeing and came closer, looking straight at my pussy, as close as he could. His eyes were wide. As I finished up and reached for the toilet paper, he stopped me. No Claudia, Ill do it. The idea of my brother wiping my pussy. I remember one Wednesday Gemma came home from school and complained toher Mum and I about how the teacher had spent some time telling the classabout how some children were gay, some were lesbian and some weretransgendered. Gemma wanted us to complain about the teacher to theschool as she was very sure that she was heterosexual and resented beingtaught about homosexuals and lesbians.I was about to send an email when Isabel gave me THE look. I rememberedIsabel had been bisexual when we first. Your butt feels so good! Ben groaned, his pouting lips only millimetres from Ethans right ear. The whisper made Ethans whole body shake with excitement. Bens subtle hands worked their way down the indents of Ethans stomach, down his crotch to his huge cock. They wrapped around the throbbing length only managing to get just over half way around. And then Ben started to stroke, up and down the soaking cock. Slowly, ever so slowly. Up and down with Ethan shuddering from his gentle touch. Uhhhh….