And her reflection wasn’t that of a victim or a good girl. What she glimpsed was a slut. The sort of girl who happily spread her legs so a strange m...n could touch her, could abuse her slutty cunt.She felt the broad pad of a finger pressing against her asshole as he continued to finger-rape her gushing pussy. “Oh!” She cried. She loved anal—she let herself enjoy her own fingers there when she really wanted to cum hard, not caring in those moments about how much of a slut it made her to get off. Her boobs were round and perky, a bit more than a handful but they complimented her large hips and round buttocks. Her waist in contrast was slim and tight. Quickly she started to shower, paying attention to her tiny, perfect pussy and her tight asshole. Before long she heard a knock at the door, he had finally arrived. She had, had some time before he arrived to get dressed up for the occasion. She was wearing a pair of six inch killer high heels, black with a slight platform and rounded toe.. Let me think about that. Would you like to go downstairs with me for a while before Jim gets home?”Stephen nodded. I took him downstairs and we made love on his bed. It was lovely and sensual rather than rough and passionate. I did not cum, but it was very satisfying nonetheless.“Stephen, I am going to go back on the pill so we can make love without these condoms. I miss having your semen inside me. I like that aspect of lovemaking.”Stephen seemed to like that thought and the idea than soon he. "Her being over-protective is one of the reasons I became such a bookworm." Talking of bookworms and things," I said, "You need to see 'Davie' Jones. He's got a project he wants you to be involved with."Her face lit up, "What sort of project?" School website," I replied. "A page for our year. It sounds pretty boring," I admitted, "but it will count as extra credit and should lead on to bigger and better things." I'm free next period, I'll go and see him then," she said. "I take it he's asked.