"Your stepfather is William Styles," the Dean began without preamble.Valerie nodded."Speak up girl! Speak up!" the Dean admonished her."Yes, but I ju...t refer to him as my father," Valerie blushed."Hmm...commendable, commendable."Valerie very soon realised that the Dean of Admissions, who was also thehead of the English and History Departments, was a blatherer whoconstantly repeated himself.The Dean was head down studying documents which she recognised as theletters of recommendation from. I’ll take one of the first-wave women with me to do the dirty work. We’ll leave first thing in the morning.”“Wouldn’t it be better if I went?” Jake asked.“I’d appreciate having your skills, Jake. You are obviously the most experienced telepath, especially when it comes to offensive capabilities, but not this time. If they learn that a known mind reader has gone to another telepath’s territory, that would just provoke them further, and at the worst possible time. We might just as well declare. My blonde, shoulder length hair is in a pony tail and I have applied just a little gloss to make my lips shine. I bite my bottom lip as I'm nervous tonight and watching the clock for when my Master is due back doesn't help. Time seems to have slowed down. Master told me that there would be two others with him when he returns. My mind is racing with who the other men are. As I am Master’s secret I don't know anyone else in his life, and nobody else knows that I am his submissive. My thoughts. I never really referred to my asshole as a pussy, but he claimed it as being 'his pussy'. I guess that made me 'his pussyboy'. How delightful that thought was for me.He rolled me over on my back, took my ankles in his hands, and raising and spreading them, aligned himself directly with my now raised 'pussy'. He spread some lube on my asshole and hit his target on the first try. I felt him pressing against my pussy and apply some pressure. I felt his head spread my pussylips and they opened with.