She’d pretty much nailed his countdown. Almost to the second. She giggled to herself as she recalled how she’d paused momentarily between ‘two�... and ‘one.’ Oh well. She wasn’t perfect. Up above, however, ‘perfect’ was the very adjective that was coursing pleasurably through Greg’s blood-deprived brain. As chilling sensations tickled across his body, he let out a deep breath and focused his thoughts squarely to what had just happened. He’d stumbled across Rachel in study hall, gotten a quick. “I’ve been watching you come into Jake’s every night, and every night you look so sad and depressed and it makes me feel bad because you are so fucking beautiful and a woman like you should never be alone—let alone SAD—and I have been wanting to talk to you for so long but I could never get the nerve up—I mean, I tried! I tried a few times! But every time I thought I’d gotten up the nerve and even once—no, twice—I came up to the bar right next to you and I REALLY thought I was going to do it,. . . leading to a perfect fuck-fest! J grabbed her Jenn’s arm and said: ‘Do you remember the time when you and I were about sixteen and got caught by my mother when we were in my bedroom experimenting together?’ I leaned close to Jenn, and feigning shock said, ‘You BAD girls! Tell me everything!’ Jenn’s eyes sparkled as she leaned over closer to me, the neckline of her sun dress exposing a fair amount of her perky breasts to my hungry eyes. ‘You know, Scott, if you want to hear that story,. I did that because you tried to refuse me, and did not address me as Master, do you understand that slave? I asked grasping her chin and bringing her face around to look at me. y-yes Master. she said with a defeated look in her eyes. Good slave. Now kneel,..I will teach you to enjoy cum, it will be a reward for good behavior, getting to serve me this way. I said with a grin as she knelt in front of me,..not the best posture but it was a nice start. There you go slave, now open your mouth, take.