It was a very happy looking Erin. I came immediately with a scream that rattled the windows. Erin looked quite proud of herself.I bucked and rode that...dildo like a cowboy in a rodeo rides a bull. It kept trying to throw me off but I stood tall in the saddle and rode it like a woman possessed as the orgasm, five days in the making, ripped through me. There was nothing that could have stopped me right then. Neither ice cubes on my clit, a riding crop on my nipples or whatever the unsexyest. They weren’t my choice,” I replied.“Where’s your prom date?” asked Michael.“Ruling the roost over the cheerleaders.”“I thought they were joking,” said Michelle. “You’re really here with Cayenne Proctor?”“Except today I’m not really me. I’m like Marcus Kafkasian mark two, only without the looks, the money and the throwing arm.”That earned a round of fist bumps from my nerd friends, while the girls looked on quizzically.“Sorry,” explained Dennis. “It’s a nerd thing.”A final-year student called a. I quickly removed my pants, shirt and vest in one go. She was staring at the bulge in my underwear. Her shyness was gone and I could she lust in her eyes, she was still standing on the bed sheet while I reached her. She hugged me, pushing herself against my hardness and she was moaning. She put her hand over my underwear on my dick, she was feeling the size of it by pressing and massaging it.Her eyes were closed and lips were locked with mine. She put her hand inside my underwear and held my. Any attempt to vocalize had been severely punished, so the slave found even the concept of speaking difficult to grasp.The other that had left the room returned, holding a small bundle, which proved to be something that the slave had never seen, but that stirred strange feelings inside it. The bundle contained a miniature version of the other, with head much larger in proportion to its body, and short, slightly bowed legs. The other sat down in a chair, and brought the small bundle to its.