"Uh..." I answered wittily.She grinned at me. It lit her face and it made you want to be around her forever."It was a simple question. Are you registe...ed to vote? They are doing a voter's registration drive in the student union right now, if you aren't," she said in a voice that fitted her perfectly.I still had not answered. She lost her smile. It was replaced with a frown that was almost as cute as her smile. Still, I did not want her frowning at ME!"Uh, yeah... I mean... yes, I am registered,. YesHand JobsPleasuring someone else's genitals with your hand. YesHeterosexuality - forcedSexual acts with members of the opposite sex, nominally against your will. YesHeterosexuality - VoluntarySexual acts with members of the opposite sex, willingly. YesHomosexuality - forcedSexual acts with members of the same sex, nominally against your will. YesHomosexuality - VoluntarySexual acts with members of the same sex, willingly. YesHumiliation - PrivateActs in which you are humiliated, degrated, or. It was bad enough that Sara had fallen for her and Travis’s slave, it was made even worse that Yvoine realized this. Ever the good slave, Yvoine didn’t let her mistress know, it would have shamed them both. Yvoine had insisted that Sara bind her wrists, in case Travis came home unexpectedly, her arms were raised above her head as her fingers clutched the headboard. Sara had refused to tie her down, claiming she liked to feel Yvoine struggle against her body. Knowing this the slave let her body. He ran his tongue wetly the full length of it, from the tight-closed little pucker of her anus, up over the flushing fluted edges of her cunt and then over the erect little clitoris. His great tongue spread through the fleshy layers like a knife through soft butter. It flicked relentlessly between the girl's widespread legs, pausing sporadically to curl its way like a drill deep inside her glistening cuntal folds. The helpless girl thrashed and squirmed under this bestial lapping of her.