"Come along slut! It's time to let my puppy enjoy his new bitch."I rose on shaky legs and followed Janice back into her house. She opened the door to ...rince's "playroom" and guided me into his lair. Inside were several pieces of leather "furniture" which I can best describe as cushy ottomans of varying sizes and shapes. A couple of plush leather chairs finished the décor. Prince lay sprawled on a day bed positioned so that he could watch the front yard and street. His doggie dick was. She was also asking his advice about what she should do when she graduated. She asked questions about various professions and what kind of training would be required.From his description of their encounters, I suspected the reality was she was hitting on him. She was good enough at it that, even if Jeff had been a normal guy, he probably would not have recognized it. In any event, it seemed harmless enough.We were arguing more than usual. I attributed it to wedding jitters."I don't understand. Teachers... teacher's wives?" I have no idea, and I really don't care. Where did you hear that?" My ex roommate dated him and all but became his slave. She swore all of that was true. Said he was really hung too. But mostly was a great fuck. She still runs to him whenever he calls."I just shrugged my shoulders and walked away but I think I was more than a little curious, if not hooked at that point, even though I didn't know it. He called the next night and asked me to have coffee with him so. Want to tell me about it?"Fiona and Juliette unburdened themselves to the kimono clad blonde. Tracy was a good, sympathetic, listener and by the time the newcomers to the comfort wing of the country club had finished their tale of woe the three were on first name terms. Fiona pressed Tracy to tell her story but the young woman said it would keep. They had plenty of time for story telling, Tracy said. She had been sentenced to seven days community service three months earlier and still had a.