I rolled over, batted my eyes and asked him if he’d go down on me. I was informed that MEN don’t do that, and he guided my mouth back to his dick ...hich erupted shortly thereafter. No problem, as soon as he left the bedroom I found my new best friend and buzzed right into happy land. We rocked on in pretty much the same mode until March of 2004. By this point my weight had escalated to over 200 lbs., my depression was really bad and my vibrator wasn’t even enough to get me off. I’d lost even. I can satisfy you and it will give you rest. I can train you to deal with it and learn to steer your horniness in the right direction, but in that case you have to do as I say, always. Is that understood? "Sara, this eighteen-year-old girl who had only lived on his farm for a couple of weeks, nodded. "I will do as you say. I will be your slut." Good." Without warning, he pulled off her nightgown and she gasped as her body was exposed. Still angry at himself and his weakness, he twisted her. Was this a reward for being on my bestbehaviour at the diner, or was this my co workers doing, whatever thereason, I felt alive again as I danced with him.Dancing expertly in my heels, the skirt of my dress brushed against mythighs and moulded to my body as we danced. I was even more aware of mybody and sensual figure. My mistresses magic was good, very good to dothis to me. We danced for hours, I barely looked at my watch. Just as Ithought it would go on forever, I felt a pair of slender arms. , tiffany had put her hand onto my leg and as the conversation went on she was working her way up my thigh. We were all pretty buzed but every one in the room seemed to know what was going on but it just seemed right and so exciting. I looked at sam and brain and at this point tiffany had made her hand to my pussy, they both had a smile on there face and sam seemed to approve. So I relaxed my self and leaned back a little on the couched exposing myself to everyone to see up my skirt. Tiffany.