I want you to be my sex slave.”“Your what?”“You’re my slave and I’m your master.” I stared at him for a long time. Secretly I wanted thi.... “Before I agree to this I want to see it.” I said.“See what?” He sat back as the bulge in his pants was so noticeable. “Your dick.” “Ask the way I want it.” He said.“May I see your dick, Master?” I asked. He smiled wide. “That’s my girl. You do it.” He said. I got onto my knees in front of him and unbuckled his pants. I unzipped his pants and pulled his dick. " She must have read my mind. "Really I'm not. You were the only one who answered my email without making it sound like I was a flake." "Well I don't know what I can do for you. I'm not a doctor or anything. I work with computers, but wait a second." A thought struck me, "I do have a friend who's a psychologist. I can give him a call and see what he might recommend. I won't promise anything but it can't hurt." She was grateful and we talked through dinner. Before long we had finished. They had nine guys crowding the line of scrimmage. We had the right play called. I screamed "Blue 23 ... Blue 23 ... HUT!"Adam snapped the ball and thrust it into my hands. Things moved fast after the snap. I dropped back five steps and looked for Andy. He was running downfield covered by the cornerback. Our offensive line was pushing the Trojans rushers around me. I took a step forward and fired the ball to Andy. I put too much on it. The ball sailed over Andy's head and bounced fifteen yards. I couldn't believe it! Worse, neither of us had even mentioned a condom. No pleasure at all for me when losing my cherry and I might even have gotten pregnant! I freaked!Luckily my next period came, albeit a little late because of the stress, but I was off of men for good. It wasn't until college that I realized I wanted women instead, and I've never regretted it.I met Denise in my senior year in college. She was beautiful, a small, nice tight package with chin-length "dirty" blonde hair, a.