I did not know how the seatbelt worked. When he put it on me, that is when he found that I was not Carlos." You're smiling." I am. Since that time, Da...e has been treating me like I am a real person. He did not have to do so." That is what Pat did," Brindy said. "She treated me like I was a real person. That I had things to say that she wanted to hear. That my being around made things better."I smiled. "Yes. That is it. Me being around makes things better. Him being around makes things better.. Mistress: There is one more rule.Me: What is pending now?Mistress: If you all are occupied serving ladies, and nobody is attending the queen. If she taps the foot, then the nearest one to the queen leaves the lady and attends to the queen.Me: But how would we identify queen as we won’t see her when they enter. Will she be sitting on a different seat?Mistress: She would have red nail polish on her legs. Only the queen is allowed to have red nail polish. Actually, these are color-coded to. I could see how wet my cock was when I pulled it out of her & shoved it back in, she was starting to enjoy it & told me she was going to cum, I was still fucking her & she came she was shouting fuck I’m cumming fuck me u bastard, I could just the chair arm getting wet, I’m thinking this bitch is loving this, I then pulled out & missed her cunt hole my cock hit her arse I got see it so in a flash before her new what I was doing I push forward hard I was up her arse fucking her bum please no not. She had long dark hair and was nicely endowed with C cup breasts and a killer ass. On night just the two of us were studying in the basement of the library as usual when she started complaining about the tightness of her bra and how much it was bugging her. I told her to go into the bathroom and take it off. She was wearing a sweatshirt, which was big, no one would notice. So after a little more time she took my suggestion. She commented that she felt "naughty" and naked because her sweatshirt.