"And while I'm fine with you fuc... having sex with other girls, I only want to be yours, and don't want anyone else." You enjoyed it though, didn't y...u," Madison said with an evil grin as her lover nodded guiltily, before leaning in to give her a deep kiss that left her wanting more."Yes," Nikki whispered quietly. "I love you, Mistress." Yeah, I love you too slave. Move over bitch, it's my turn to fuck my cute little toy," she said, addressing Professor Streater."Cute little toy?? Her tits are. One of them looks back at me and gave me the look that said you better do it now or it's too late. I took a deep breath, got up and walked over to her and asked "What's your name?" Clearly I already knew this but she didn't know I knew. "Kristen." She replies. "Nice to meet you, I'm John." Giving her a smile.We sat and talked for awhile until finally she grabbed my hand and said "let's dance!"She led me to the dance floor and began to dance on me. I could feel my cock getting harder every time. It throbbed painfully and pressed against the seam of my boxers. Rachel looked at it with a mixture of desire and fear, and I started to like the way she was gazing at me. Goddamn it.Brian, Lucy sneered, I think you want to fuck your sister! You little degenerate.No I don’t, I growled, You just gave me a skin-splitting hard-on, and I have only one place to put it.Sure…“Brian,” Rachel whispered lustfully, “Come over here and kiss me.”I crawled over to my beautiful little sister. She lied on her. I’ve intentionally blurred the time frame so that I don’t get a bunch of inane political comments concerning current events from the lunatic fringe of any orientation. This is a story with military overtones, there are no dogs and no corporate America anecdotes—although I almost added the dogs near the end. This story does deal with the publishing world, I don’t have any first hand experience so apologies in advance if I’ve missed some nuances. Then again this is fiction in an unstated era so.