She actually looked a little coy and pleased with herself. She stood back up. She couldn’t use her fingers to wipe the cum from her face.“You said...you would tell me how to walk, what to wear, what to say, and when I can go poop-poo. You didn’t say that you would decide who I have sex with, Master.”“I get to decide everything, at least until Friday,” Victor insisted.“Yes Master. You will me who I should suck and fuck from now on?”Victor stopped himself from scolding her. He was about to say. . a different part of me."Angie looked down at her hands and seemed to be deep in thought for aminute before she looked back up at me with a familiar, impish grin. "CanI see her tonight?"Her mother's tone was gentle but firm. "Not tonight, love.You have schooltomorrow and it's already past your bed time."As usual, our daughter was in her element when it came to bedtimebartering. "Can I just see her pictures then?"Fortunately, my wife and I had anticipated this ploy and I had at leastone ready. The bus doors close behind me and I think what have I done, what will I tell my boss? Just then she looks back at, me and smile. I dialed my boss's number and begin to cough. I followed her to an almost secluded alley; she walks through a big steel door. Her flirty skirt complimenting the sway of her hips and walk, I open the door to see her waiting for me on the stairs, the door closes.My eyes take a few moments to adjust to the dimly lit stair well. When I did focus, there she was smiling,. ”His gaze snapped back to me. “You gotta do something.”“No, you gotta do something. If I were you, I’d end it and deny it ever happened. The only thing I’m willing to do at this point is to stop inviting her over.”“But she’s your best friend,” Joe said with a puzzled frown.“Things changed.” I took a deep breath. “I’ve changed.”Joe’s eyebrows raised. “Shit. I’m sorry, Steph. I didn’t figure hooking up with her would be such a big deal. She said you wouldn’t care.”“I know. I heard her.” The.