All of her 'you need to get some' talks coming back to me. "You don't need a ride, do you?" I ask her as Kyle and I stand. "No, Dylan just messaged ...e. I think he wants to hang out tonight," she says, smiling with obvious delight. I grin back. I like Dylan, her new squeeze. Kyle and I say our goodbyes and walk outside. It feels good not leaving alone, being with an old friend. "I drove here, should I follow you?" He asks pulling out a pack of smokes to offer me one. I refuse the tobacco.. It was exciting for me to have them return and excitingfor them to have their fantasies fulfilled by me again. Master would surveythe crowd for potential suitors. I was always dressed in a sluttish manner. Mycleavage always revealed and skirts always reasonably short. My bras werealways tight and nipples stimulated. Sometimes Master would apply bands to themso that they stood out even more.My heels werealways sensible, no 6-inch porn heels for me as the risk of injury was toogreat. Once a. “You cock is so hard. I love it!” She said with a moan. She started to feel her own wetness between her legs the moment she touched his cock and the moisture was only growing.“I’ll do whatever you want me to do,” She said in as sexy a voice as she could, “anything at all. I’ll even be your slave that only wants to please you.” Jake almost shot his load right there. Was he high? Drunk? Dead? This was more than he had ever wanted and he wanted to just enjoy the ride.“Do you want me to suck you. The thought made my very muscles shake with lust. I looked up at Joe on the webcam; he looked amazed at what I was doing but also incredibly turned on. He smiled at me as he had seen me look up; I smiled back and began to thrust harder.It didn’t take long until I was spinning around the world of multiple orgasms, my mind dancing in and out of pleasure and satisfaction. My body was quivering with delight, imagining Joe’s touch upon my skin. My mind reeled with the thoughts that were filling.