" He had her number saved, buthad spoken to her for perhaps 3 minutes on the phone in his entirelife."This can't be good," he muttered and answered th... call."Brad!" He heard the person on the other end of the line say, only thatperson, that voice, was his own. Deep and familiar yet shockinglydisembodied. As if he was listening to a previously recorded message hehad left on his own answering machine."Rachel?" he asked, giving her a dose of her own voice sent from somany miles away."I think. She retrieves it and makes her way back to me slowly, its tassels falling across her tits as she wiggles towards me. She finds the position before me, on her knees, my organ a blur as she faces it so close. Again she opens her mouth.I tell her to close it. I tell myself to be strong. This is part of her punishment. Resist those lips. Resist that mouth. Resist the proclamations of how much she loves having a cock in her throat and resist the knowledge that those who love it do it well.Reach to. He was still regretting his actions when Mary shouted that tea was ready. He went inside to get his food and he saw that both girls were still totally naked and sat at the kitchen table eating.“Zack,” Mary said, “Jenny is stopping the night, if that’s okay with you?”“Sure, we can play Truth or Dare, or Twister if you like.” Zack suggested.“Hmm, that could be interesting.” Jenny replied.After they’d eaten, Zack started phoning his friends to tell them about the party on the Friday while Mary and. I did work for her so she was my boss. But, all of the trainingshe put into me just went to make me into a completely different, andbetter, person. Though we are close to being equal, I would still doanything that she wanted me to. I was more concerned about her pleasureand happiness than mine.Work did us both good. I was slowly, but surely, grasping my job and Ifound the fashion design classes to be very interesting. As finalprojects, everyone in the classes had to design a piece of clothing..