..”By the time Deb and I had gone back and forth between us as we told our story. James and Kristy were sitting and slowly shaking their heads.“Ho..., why didn’t you answer Pete’s emails?” James asked.“My dad wouldn’t let me near a computer and took my phone. The school he sent me to didn’t have, or believe in, computers that were connected to the internet. It was almost a year before I got access to my email account. I sent Petey an email and never heard back from him,” Deb let out a sigh.“And. This mainly due to the fact that I am now very happily married to my biggest fan and thus have practically no time to write for the library anymore. Since I keep getting applications from potential online slaves though, I decided to write this one as a blueprint. I have neither the time nor ambition to take on any online slaves, but if you are determined to be my slave, feel free to follow amy’s path.It was late in the afternoon when amy came home from work to her apartment. Even though she. Our tongues met and she moaned deeply. Her hands were rubbing my chest and I pulled her panties off her legs. I began fingering her cunt as I slowly worked my mouth down her tits to her pussy. I thrust my tongue between her parted thighs and began licking her dripping pussy. I slowly shoved my tongue up her pussy lips.By now my cock was so hard that I thought I’d come right then and there. I turned her over so that she was now on top of me. We kissed for a little while before I pushed her down. In addition to a bowl of fruit on the table, the room looked spotless. I found a fresh stock of sandwich makings in the refrigerator, along with two kinds of salads and a new half-gallon of milk.As I ate lunch I thought how good it was to have the apartment to myself for a change. Knowing Shirley was downstairs and I couldn't go near her made me sad, but knowing I would be speaking with Marcie soon made me happy. I had missed talking to her for two weeks, first for our trip home and the second.