..she wanted to get fucked...hard. She climbed on top of my throbbing cock and proceeded to take a ride. I assisted as best I could with being tied ...own as much as I was. We fucked for some time like this until I broke free of one of my restraints, but not on purpose. So, we decided to swap positions, but this time, Mistress would be on her knees and I'd be behind her.As Mistress got comfortable, I stuffed her pussy with my cock and began pounding her pussy. Mistress said she wanted her. And then, as an afterthought, I sat up and rummaged around until I found my panties, stuffed them back into my mouth and returned to my position.I couldn't really see You, as You were still across the room, but I was confident that I had pleased You and maybe even made You proud of me. I wanted You to know that I was Yours, Sir. Fully and completely Yours.You disappeared into the bathroom, and I assumed you needed to go as well. I heard the toilet flush again and then you reappeared. After a. My little sister popped to her feet before me, the newest member of the cheer squad.“The Pussycats really have the crowd pumped as we go into halftime,” the announcer said, somehow following along with all the action from his booth. Maybe he had binoculars. He was giving a play-by-play blow as I deflowered my little sister’s pussy.My admirers, crowding the front of the stands, pressed their half-naked bodies together. They still were splattered in remnants of my futa-cum, which had arched the. Then there's Dan Warner and his group. They look so...happy, so carefree and honest. I can't chat with my friends in the cafeteria without being interrupted by their howls of laughter. I've never seen so much liveliness clustered in a single place. How I wish I could shut them up for good.Then there's this new guy.He's a mystery.I've interacted once with him on his first day. I wish I had behaved better, instead showing off my bitch persona. He didn't deserve it.He uses aloofness on the.