I had come up with the idea, because we had been so close before...but it kind of seemedlike we were drifting apart as we got older.Anyway.It was no d...fferent then any other saturday, but for some reason it didn't feel right.It didn't feel like Matt wanted to be there, he kept squirming around and his eyes would constantly stray from the screen. Usually I wouldn't have minded, but his fidgeting was making the couch squeak and that was making it hard to hear.I turned away from the TV, turning. She threw her top leg over so that it rested upon his body. She let out a whimper as his fingers began to explore her swollen, dripping wet pussy. “Daddy.”“Mmm, cum for me, baby. I want to hear you cum for daddy!”“Mmm, oh, Daddy.”His fingers had found the magic spot. For every stroke of his cock, he met her with an expert touch on her sensitive clit. She began to stroke him harder. His hand moved faster and faster to keep up. They both began to rock their hips in simulated thrusts as they each. The next step was a pizza at the Student Center. That part was easier, once the excuse to get together had been pushed out of the way. The class topic lasted a total of 30 seconds. Amy and Paul began to share things about themselves, to get to know each other. Since the beginning of the semester, Paul Glisan had noticed Amy in class. She was pretty, but that was not why he was attracted to her. Paul saw something special in Amy. He liked her intelligence and drive. He liked her honesty and. ” “Oh man, Geoff is she hot, so tight….. very wet …. Gawd she’s juicy. She hugs my cock like I was made to fit in her. You sure she isn’t for sale? Name your price.” It finally hit me I was a slave, a real slave I could be sold. Silently, tears bubbled out of my eyes and ran down puddling in my hair. With sad, beseeching eyes I looked at my Master. I, finally, accepted my fate. He looked at me and blew me a kiss mouthing ‘good slut.’ I could feel my lip quiver. Try as I might I could feel.