Firstly I want you to be honest with me. If you sleep with another girl tell me. Second don't fall in love with anyone else. And Third call me every n...ght no matter what. Do you think that would be okay?" she looked up at me with tear stained eyes and I nodded my head yes. She swung her leg over top of me straddling my stomach and kissed me on the forehead. "I love you" she said looking in my eyes and giving a huge smile. "well now. What do you think about my outfit? I kind of like it. I think. In the meantime Master thought he would go find hole #83. The littleblack, rubber slave reminded him of his first real catch back in highschool. He still remembered the feeling of fucking the little boundshit, of closing his hands around his neck and feeling his panickyspasms as his life was squeezed out of along with his orgasm. He hadn'tactually killed the little shit, not then at least, but he had comeclose several times during high school. The result had been that theslave boy had been. “Getting close to cumming, my new wife?” Dan asked, enjoying the view.“Oh yeah, my new husband!” she panted. Stacey began to take sexy pictures of the pussy eating. “My wife, I love the sound already!”From time to time, other patrons would walk by, some partly dressed, others naked. Everyone was polite, not ogling like an immature kid, but complimenting the view of beautiful pussy eating.Stacey knelt close to Dan, his left arm encircling her tiny frame. She widened her stance again as his. Currently, I'm 22, 5'4", have 34 C breasts, and am attending my last year of medical school. This is another one of my true stories, and it takes place 5 years ago, when I was 3 weeks away from being 18 years old. I walked down the lonely corridor of high school, my hands and legs shaking uncontrollably. I was going to the principal's office. Damn it, I thought, why did I raise my hand?!? So stupid. stupid, stupid.And now, there I was, walking all alone toward my doom. I was never going to.