"I can't stay long," said Jennifer. "I have a study group and I need the help." I told you I could help you with that," he said."I know. But I can't r...ly on you for everything. I need to establish some independence, even if it is in a group."He seemed to find that amusing for some reason.I went to the counter and got a cup of black coffee. When I returned to the table Jennifer was gathering up her stuff and begging off to go to her study group. We were alone."Jennifer said you're just a. Why?" I asked in surprise."Because I want you to stay like that while I tell you how much trouble you're in that's why! I want you to lay there and feel even more embarrassed for what you did!" He pointed at me. "Tell you what; I should leave you here for your mother to see this." No!" I whined."I won't, it's too long until, but I will until I'm done because you know you're in trouble, but I bet there's something you haven't thought of yet so you'll stay there because it'll prove my point." Yes. And ate it.“Yes, yes, keep feasting,” I moaned as she buried her face back into my pussy, wiggling her tongue in, hooking a blueberry into her hungry mouth.My pleasure mounted, swelled. This was so hot. I had her obedience. Now I just had to get her to admit she loved this. That she was a lesbian. Then my older sister would truly be my dyke-slave. I groaned, my pussy clenching so hard, pushing out the last piece of fruit into her mouth.She snagged it, pulling it out of my cunt, her fingers. I turned back to him. "I know," I said back with a smile.With that, I left, walking home with a small amount of semen still leaking out of my ass and down my leg. It felt great, my asshole felt nicely stretched and used, but leaving me wanting more still. By the time I got home I had a wet spot form in the ass of my jeans. I really was an butt slut. I got home, undressing again, and I spread my ass in the mirror to look at my hole. It was still wet, and slightly red after the pounding it took,.