Pa had to sleep with his cousin.“Um ... Annie Wilcox said she would.”“Kyle! No! No, no, no. You can’t just go buy it.”“She said she’d do...it for free.”“Yeah. Like a drug dealer gives away the first hit. Aren’t you interested in somebody? Someone who’s interested in you instead of one who gives head for twenty bucks a pop?”“Who am I going to find like that, Ramie? Look around you. They’re all way out of my league.”“Kyle, there’s 350 people in our class. Statistically, that means that 175 are. She decided in the end that she wanted Lionel to understand from the very start that she was still interested in a dominant role in their relationship. To demonstrate that – and to some extent giving way to the stereotype of the dominatrix - she had dressed in an outfit that underlined the fact. That, she thought, would provide Lionel simple and clear confirmation of her continued interest.She’d chosen a tight, straight, black skirt and a black satin shirt, teamed with the corset that Cerys had. I looked down and pointed out the noticeable bulge in his pants. Very pleased with myself, I turned around to my table and picked up what I had been working on. I heard him ask how it was coming along as he leaned in to look over my shoulder. A second later, I realized this had just been a clever move to get closer to me. The semi-rigidness I could feel pushing against my ass made that obvious. Not only did I not startle or pull away, I found myself sticking my ass out and pushing back against. The last guy I brought home was packing four inches, and she had a footlong to play with. My crotch warmed as I began to give Chris his backrub, both of us watching the laptop screen. "So..." I inquired, my lips near his ears, "you really like blowjobs, huh?"He was silent for a moment. I wished I could see his face... I was just sure he was blushing adorably. "I mean, y-yeah, don't all guys?" he stammered."Well, not just guys. I do, too," I confessed.He turned around and looked up at me, his.