School? She hadn’t set foot in school in nearly eight years, and she’d certainly never had a boyfriend named Micheal. She mulled the thought over ...n her head for several minutes before she placed him. ‘You!’ She whispered the word almost to herself. The gaunt gawky kid that had lived next door, had grown into this gorgeous man? ‘Bingo kido.’ The familiar phrase slipped off his tongue and into her heart. She could hardly believe her eyes. As kids they had been so close, not lovers, but they. "I'm Chris, nice to meet you. Me and her get together from time to time, you know. You work with her, right?" Yeah," I said, another boring response I felt. I felt odd she didn't just have him take care of the cat as I started to refill the cat's food and water. The litter box hadn't changed much since yesterday so I was pretty much done. I hesitated wondering about Chris. He was back to watching the television. I was curious why he was there, but didn't want to ask. I was just glad he didn't. “You should be in class.”Buddy was trying to kiss her.“I am,” Harry said. “Anatomy class,” he added as he yanked up Izzy’s skirt as she yelped.Buddy laughed and reached for her panties, rubbing his fingers on her pussy.“You guys!” Izzy was complaining, looking towards the door.“Mr. Ozniak is all the way in the teacher’s lounge,” Harry told them. “I heard him there with the other bozos.”Izzy was biting her lip. “Buddy?” she said to him.“Sh,” Buddy said. “It’s okay. He’s cool.” He took her arms. She could feel herself beingspread wider... and wider... Suddenly -- plop! -- the widest pointpassed her sphincter, and the plug seemed to draw itself inside her,fucking her deeply in one, slow, single stroke.After a quick clean-up, and putting things away, the slave crawled backto the bedroom, feeling the butt plug shift inside her with everymovement. Filled and fucked constantly, constantly.Dominica was lying on the bed, propped up against pillows at theheadboard, reading a book, her right.