What the hell&hellip, Bill are you fucking Nancy? I started to rise up out of instinct, but Nancys legs were still wrapped around me and pulling me in...o her even harder, she moaned, Oh god yesss YES fuck my ass&hellip,cum baby&hellip, fuck it&hellip, Dont stop&hellip, fill my ass with your love&hellip, awwwwwwww I only moaned and grunted and pumped harder into her if that was possible. After I filled Nancy to the brim and her own orgasm subsided, she released her grip and I slid out of her. As. “No,” he said. “I was crazy about her. I was heartbroken until I went up to school. I saw her at my class reunion this summer. She married a minister and she’s involved with her church’s teenage abstinence mission.” I laughed so hard my belly hurt. “OK, what’s your story?” “Almost the same story,” I said. “Fred was my steady boyfriend from about March of my junior year up until the summer between graduation and college. He worked at a pizzeria on Friday nights and Saturday nights were our date. This much he could determine by testing his limbs. There was limited movement. Cool air greeted his naked flesh. He could not look down, but he felt the grit of the wall digging into his back. He was alone as best he could determine. He started yelling for help, but no one came to his rescue. He continued for awhile until his voice got hoarse. After a few more boot licks from the slave girl, the Mistress decided to greet her new entertainment. She had her personal assistant/slave and. ”“That would be great. Love you.” It felt like she practically shoved me out the door.As promised, I called home during lunch. No answer and I left a message. I let the phone ring ten times before hanging up. Next, I called her cell phone. After four rings it went to her voicemail. I left another message.Just before it was time to leave, my phone finally rang, and I saw by the caller id that it was Marissa’s cell. “Hey, where you’ve been?” I asked.“Over at Tony’s like I told you.” I thought.