” She commanded.“I’m your slave. And I’ll do anything you want.” It goteasier.“Tell me that you’re my lit...le pussy-worshipping slave.” Shewas really getting into it now.“I’m your little pussy-worshipping slave.” I felt my facegrow red as I said it.“And you love worshipping my body.” She said.“And I love worshipping your body.” I repeated.“Good slut.” She praised me as she grabbed my. I waited for an answer when I met Reggie the next morning. In the meantime, though, Reggie did all the dishes he could at the wee hours of the morning. His father scolded him for being absent from his job and absent-minded about the confusing world we live in. His young sister, working reception at the restaurant, didn’t make things any easier when the Meeks family opened its doors for lunch after his class. For Reggie, it was wait and see. Maybe what he did in his blackout scared her away. She. And my cheeks, the stimuli. . .’. The fingers straightened out and once more the finger tips took over their FAST, enticing, nerve-stimulating dance – over the temples, onto the forehead, down the bridge of the nose, down each side of the nares onto the cheeks. This time, the fingers continued the circular dance on the still tingling cheeks before moving down to the neck and onto the still sensitive collar bone. ‘Ohhh, my cheeks feel as stimulated as my clit’ was the penetrating thought. Soft. His hands hit her harder as the impulses begin to churn in his groin. Rhythmically he times his rejoices in his groins to those of his hands, together pleasing them both. He is close to cumming, and stops his movements. He grabs her by the shoulders, and lies her back on the chair, lying then on top of her, her legs spread eagle around his waist. Pumping and churning deeper still into her hole, his cock is growing. He can feel the chasms building as he maneuvers on top of her. He opens his eyes.