She was already worked up. I was astonished. She pinched her nipples through the thin fabric of her sports bra.“Damn,” Rebekka breathlessly extoll...d as I worked my finger back and forth over her clit.Within seconds, Rebekka was arching her back and then lifting her buttocks off the couch. She pushed her gym shorts down her well-toned and muscled legs, past her knees and then her ankles. She was cleanly shaven, which I loved.Sandra stepped back into the living room. She stopped at the sight of. "Take it slut!" She says, thrusting the entire dildo down his throat and holding it until he is out of breath.He gasps for breath as she pulls out, but quickly adds "thank you Mistress". "Just wait for your surprise slut" she laughs. She unlocks the cuffs holding him in place, and tells him to crawl behind her. Following the sound of her boots she leads him over to a table long enough for him to lay on from shoulder to hips, but with no support for his legs, and no support for his head.Doing. ”“So what does he get out of it? Calling you one?” My hapless teen didn’t answer, though I could sense her thinking about it. “Hmmm, okay ... well take Jack: how long would he expect a high-status girl to stay with him?”“Like Alice? Not long. I think she just tried him, kind of thing. Once.”“Okay...”Faye thought about it. “I suppose, if he makes her have less status, she might stay longer?”“Exactly. If he sees himself as low status.”“He wasn’t very nice.”“No. So calling you a slut, and using. "She's fixing her makeup and she'll be out." he said. "Want a beer?" Wasn't one of the things you asked was if I was a drinker or not?" I thought he should know that I knew."Some college guys party all the time. Alcohol can mess up your sperm. We didn't want anybody who drank heavy. You don't smoke, do you?" No." I said. "The only bad habit I have is that I drink too much soda." One beer won't kill you." he said. "I sure need one."He got the beers - one for me and two for him - and sat down..