But soon he was asking me to act out some of his fantasies with him. Now it wasn’t as if I had agreed for free. He took on some of my own fantasies....t wasn’t until the third scenario that he’d had me act out, that I started really getting in to controlling him. I made him call me Mistress in public when we would hang out. But only in a joking manor that could be laughed off if necessary. This was about the time that I was thinking about really being his mistress. We talked about it for a few. Her name was Avantika.Years passed and I got to know her, courtesy of my girlfriend. She was a good person at heart and considered me a good friend. As for her body, it began to blossom. As time passed, she started to get leaner and sexier day by day because of her extreme diet and workout. Soon people began to take notice of her and before I could realize, she had become the heartthrob of the college.Avantika had gotten even sexier than my girlfriend, alas having a good enough height and ample. She had to look twice to make sure, but the woman standing on her door step could be none other than Francine. Melissa had never seen her like this. The petite woman was pale, sweating and with her hair in a mess, her face painted in a futile attempt to put on make up to hide the state she was in. She was trembling and looked scared out of her mind.“Help me!” she whispered.Grabbing her arm and pulling her inside, Melissa closed and locked the door behind them. Then she just stood there, holding. ”Chuck: “See you at the picnic!”“See you in hell, douchebag.”Why do I hate Chuck? I don’t know, some people are too nice, like they have something either against you or they secretly have a hit set on you.Well, time to sit down and get back to-Wait, who’s that fine piece of ass over there? Jane’s making some photocopies I see. Oh, sorry, Jane is just what my life revolved around for the past few years now. I’m totally over her now, I’ve moved on and I’m glad to say that I don- Alright I miss.