His big blue eyes stared at my brown ones, almost covered up by his shaggy black hair. Even in the dark you could see his freckles. “You’re beauti...ul, Payton. Anyone who says otherwise is lying through their teeth.” I beamed, “That means so much, coming from you…” We laid there for awhile, just looking at each other, smiling. I started to feel a butterfly feeling in my stomach, and even more wetness between my legs. I reached a hand up to brush the hair away from his eyes, and he grabbed it in. Become your ideal self. It can make you perfectand beautiful. It could make you into a Greek god," she leaned in,cupping his near-empty sack, "or it can forever trap you as my littlesextoy." Her breath tickled his ear as she continued. "It could beprogrammed to make you smarter, or..." she trailed off.An implication hung in the air. With dawning horror, James slowlystarted to notice something that had been tickling the back of hismind; a slight, persistent background hiss that couldn't be. So, twice a day she entered the office to spend an hour walking and jogging on the treadmill. By the end of Christmas break she had worked herself up to running two miles non-stop and walking an additional four miles.Cecilia's sexual urges did not diminish over her three-week confinement in the dorm. With Jason absent from her life, she returned to her old routine of self-pleasure. She spent countless hours masturbating and gently caressing her body with her fingertips. Usually she stayed in. My fingers parted her sweet lips and I could feel her warmth and also her wetness, and his. She was a gooey, sloppy mess, panty pudding. The guy must cum in buckets I thought. I ran one finger in her and her pussy was hot and I could feel her back onto my finger, seeking greater penetration. I pulled my finger from her, which was soaked, dripping with his product. I moved my fingers down to her face. “Here you little slut. Clean his cum off my fingers.” “No, I don’t want to taste him.” This.