" Tell me about your dreams?" she asked, with a sexy smile."W-what," I stuttered again, my nights are filled with the most erotic of images, "I never ...emember any of my dreams," I lied."Of course you do," she smiled, "do you want me to tell you about them." No," I shouted, then I looked down at the floor, totally embarrassed."So young Terry, what else have you been experiencing other than erotic dreams and a permanent erection?" she asked."Nothing," I said honestly."Well don't worry about it,". He had about an hour and a power nap would be fantastic. He laid down, beat down a spring that wanted to pop into his back, set the alarm on his watch and closed his eyes. He sighed, pleasure seeping through him just to lay still for a while and relax. He was just this side of sleep when he heard his name being paged over the loud speaker, the code following alerting him to his being needed in Emergency.Cursing took up time and energy, but he did a little of it anyway as he grabbed his white. “Lay there and don’t move you nigger fuck bag,” I told her. She clutched the sheets with her hands, pulling the fabric into her tight fist. I knew this devastated the little bitch, destroying that arrogance I had seen in the Fast Stop. My plan, crush her spirit, (done by the way), ruin her body, (soon to be accomplished), then take her life.Stripping out my clothes I looked at her smooth flesh, stretched over her tight muscles, spread out for my pleasure on my parent’s king-sized bed. I rubbed. Neither of us wore a stitch of clothing the entire weekend and spent most of it sucking and fucking each other only taking breaks to rest eat and drink or watch some boring tv. Somehow her expensive perm stayed in place though it certainly got a strenuous workout and I think there was a few bits of dried sperm in there, but she managed to comb it out. She confessed Sunday night as I prepared my uniform for work that her pussy was really sore so as we had an early start next day as she wanted.