"You've made Amy a slave, haven't you?" I nodded. Then she looked back at Amy. "He's the new guy you were telling me about at the dojo?" Amy nodded, a...d Alicia let out a big sigh of relief. "Good." Dojo?" Yeah," Alicia said, in her usual bubbly manner. "Amy's dad is, like, this serious martial arts master. Got a white belt, which is, like, the most awesome there is. Does something called Vovinam." Vovinam," Amy said quietly, pronouncing it slightly differently."Right! That!" Alicia nearly. It turned out to be Master J checking up on Janet. I had a feeling from her tone that there was some serious domination issues in play between them. My conclusion was finally, not my business.I was actually happy when she left. Her problem was with Durham Artist Co-op, but mine wasn’t. I had the FBI coming for me, or so they said. I really wanted a hobby some thing that would get me away from home and unavailable for any of them. I had always thought of myself as the artistic type, even though. My nails dig into your back and I forget how to breath as you become one with me. Then you lock lips with me, sucking on my tongue. You speed up your thrusting and all I know in the world is the feeling of you filling me and stretching me. You are my world. You are now fucking me so fast that I'm screaming and I don't know what's going on. I'm delirious from your fucking as I cum all over your big cock. I squirt hard and you get even more excited. It feels like you have gotten even harder. Little did I know what bomb was about to be dropped on me.It was just after 4pm when the doorbell rang on Wednesday. Per routine, I went over to the front door and opened it for Adrienne."Hey, Tiger," Adrienne stood there, looking absolutely radiant in the bright afternoon light. The sun was still high over the horizon, basking everything in a golden glow. Butterflies leaped to action in my stomach and I felt my heart speed up, the way it always did when I saw my gorgeous friend."Hey, A.D.," I.