I didn't want to get up."Do it here, I'll take care of it," she whispered."What?" I asked, a little weirded out by what she was suggesting."Don't worr..., it's hot. Just don't think about it. Let it happen," she said. I felt her mouth close over my vagina, her tongue licking upward to make a seal against my pee hole. With her thumbs she spread me open further."YOu're sure...?" I asked, little energy to argue with her. She only nodded. I had to go kind of a lot. All it took was to just relax. So those are our reasons and also I guess because we always wanted you to be our little sex pet,? explained Megan. The girls went on to explain the rules Claire would have live by now they owned her. She would always have to address them as Mistress Megan and Mistress Mary and she would have to ask permission to do everything or she would be punished.Claire felt fresh tears begin to well up in her again. So Steve didn’t want it to end with her but somehow that knowledge made her feel even. We, of course, had to go where our job offers took us. Charley and Patty had accepted jobs in Baltimore, Carol and I in Washington DC. Carol was to be a junior staff anthropologist at the Smithsonian and I accepted a job as a junior anthropologist with the Interior Department. We had only a few weeks until we were suppose to report to work.In the last weeks of school Carol visited Paul regularly for some 'sex with her professor'. Carol loved fucking a professor. I am always amazed at Carol's. .But Katie's body was my body in a way wasn't it? When I wished thatKyle knew what it was like to be me that one eventful day ages ago Isomehow gave him an exact copy of my body. Sure I changed things abouther, but deep down she was still me in a way, and that would mean thatJake would respond..."Drive me home" I demanded of the bus driver as I stood up, my bodyglowing a deep purple in response to my new anger. How dare that slutfuck my husband, he was mine and he was off limits. This would.