At the same time i had no problem fitting in with the geek crowd either. I stuck up for them any chance i got, and our school was a fairly bully free ...one. The goths, the nerds, even some of the outed gay crowd, were all counted as my friends. I was and all around kind of guy. I loved it!Janice was very special to me. I knew i had strong feelings for her, and she had strong feelings for me. I don’t think, however, that we were ever really ‘in love’. Oh we liked each other enough to have sex. We. "I am going to give you a promotion."Panting heavily, she asked, "To what?" To my sex slave. Do you want the job?" Oh, Yeeeessssss."She was probably only responding to the sexual stimulation I was giving her, but that didn't matter. By saying yes to me she accepted the job and all it entailed, even if she didn't know what it meant. She was now my property. I could do anything to her that I wanted, short of killing her, and she couldn't protest or even resist. And I showed her my power over her. She looked at me & smiled in a shy way. We had just started to get on well again after the few months of fights & sadness.She was looking around the bedroom & I could tell she was not sure what to do with herself. She looked at me again. "What?" she asked. I pointed at the bed. She held her bath towel as if she knew what I was going to do next. I took hold of it & pulled her nearer. As I did, I turned her around so she was facing the bed. "I'm cold" she nervously giggled. I gently pushed her. If she only knew. One weekend mom and dad were gone; we did it almost every time we had the urge. My cock was actually dry heaving after the fourth or fifth time. She then had to alternate blow jobs and hand jobs, due to the sore she eventually made on the side of my cock. I told her that was o.k. because it hurt so good. One weekend, during a first of many play times, she wanted to try something a friend told her she did with her boyfriend, blowing me a snowball. She liked my precum allot,.