Mai bistar par tha meri bhanji skirt pehan kar mere paas so gayi. Winter ka mausam tha. Mai pehle se bistar me tha to mera badan garam ho chuka tha. W...h jab sone ayi to uska pair kafi thand thi usne mere pair par apna pair rakha. Maine pucha thand lagrahi hai usne ha kaha aur mujhse chipak gayi. Maine use jor se pakar lia. Maine ek haath uske panty me dala to usko gudgudi hui aur kaha mama kya kar rahe ho. Maine pyar se uske gaal pe puppy dia aur kaha tumhe thand lag rahi hai na tumko garm kar. Her pussy was dripping and throbbing due to denied orgasm. Her ass was already whipped and spanked. She was sweating profusely, making her glisten due to the sweat. She was looking like a perfect sex slave submitting to her owner.I grabbed a marker pen from the bag. I rubbed the sweat off her sore tits. I wrote ‘Master’s slave’ over her tits. I wrote ‘Cum dump’ on her belly with an arrow pointing to her pussy. I then grabbed a couple of clamps from my bag, and I slapped her tits and pulled her. With golf, football and classes, it was sometimes difficult to spend as much time together as I wanted.But I doubted I could spend as much time as I wanted with Bailey if they added 10 hours to each day.She was adjusting well to college. Her natural charm and grace made sure of that. She became friends with my friends, and I became friends with hers. Soon everybody was friends with everybody else.I came to learn it was Bailey and our gang that started Tom VandeVender's standing ovation during. He took them in his left hand and stepped away, holding them so he could examine them without losing sight of me. I heard retching from the back yard.“Army, huh? Sergeant Major. Not bad.” He handed the IDs to me. “Okay, you can relax, Sergeant Major. You seem pretty calm, anyway. I guess you’ve seen some action?”“Yeah. Three tours in the sandbox. Eleven Bravo. Not my first gunfight, Sarge.”“Yeah, I’ll bet.”Officer Peters walked unsteadily around the corner. He looked a little green. “Two dead.