‘That’s your type.’ ‘Okay. What’s yours?’ ‘Intelligent,’ I slur. ‘You know I’m a sapiosexual.’ ‘That’s not a real thing.�...� I shrug and look around the bar again. The men bleed together: dark t-shirts, brown hair, and jeans. The only spot of color is a pale skinned, blonde guy chatting up a red haired woman at the bar. I touch my curls, remembering the fire engine red I had for over a year before I dyed it sable brown. The hair hurt my chances of getting work out of college and considering I. The feel of our flesh-on-flesh contact was, as always, oh so soft and sensual."Oh, you feel so good," I whimpered, sighing, my breath warm against Maria’s neck, "I ached for you this past half hour while Adam fucked you senseless."Maria smiled a tired smile, but my lips met hers, my tongue demanding entrance. There was an urgency to my kiss, I so needed to remind her of my love.When our mouths parted, my lips and tongue slid to explore the soft skin below Maria’s jaw. She moaned, now seemingly. Grace again followed my orders, enjoying the attention she was receiving and the reaction she was getting out of her master. Grace slowly turned around as my hand pumped my shaft faster and faster. To my exhilaration, Grace’s back end was even better than her front as my eyes locked onto her luscious but tight looking round ass. I nearly came again after taking a little initiative; Grace started wiggling her ass at me to see if she could get a little more praise from me.‘Ohh my god! Bend that. But she didn't really care. Besides, there was nothing she could do and no way of stopping what was being done to her. Her conscience felt a little bit better with that thought. Miss S removed her finger and slid the vibrator out of her pussy and trailed it slowly up to her rectum. She slowly began to insert it into Kitty’s ass. This was a totally different feeling for Kitty. For one thing, it was hard and ridged. Not soft and flexible, like Miss S's finger did. For another, it was larger.