The more I thought about serving him the more I disconnected from reality. By the time he invited me over, I was salivating. Of course, I hadn't told ...im I wanted to be his sub, his slave, his toy. I didn't want to scare him away, but I hounded him enough, had shared enough info and had given him the reigns enough for him to get the message that he was in charge. He liked that power and that is why he had agree to have me come over to his place. I arrived at the top floor penthouse he lived in. If the average teenage girl had intercourse once or twice a year, and the promiscuous teenage girl had it once or twice a month, what could be said of us? I was having sex, and by that I mean intercourse, four to six times a week, and I was average ... That doesn't count the times there was more than one boy, or that I did it several times with the same guy.A typical day was one Tuesday in early October. The weather was still pretty warm, though the two week forecast said a cooling trend would. He squeezes them lightly and tugs on my extremely hard nipples. I can feel the tug all the way to my toes. It’s exquisite torture having Mike’s hands on me. But I want my turn. Following the trail of his gorgeous chest hair, I trail my fingertips down until I can deftly undo the button on his jeans and lower the zipper carefully. I can feel his hard-on through the denim. Peeling the jeans open and moving his briefs down, my longtime fantasy comes true and I have him in my hand. And there is a. Liz Thompson, the Maid of Honor, my escort, was a knockout. She was physically a "perfect match" for me in the bridal party sense. She stood just over six feet tall, and with heels equaled my six four frame. She was all legs, clear up to her neck! I guessed her measurements to be somewhere close to 38-24-32. Her long blonde hair complemented her deeply tanned, olive-toned skin. The big brown eyes, gave her that innocent look, making me wonder how "innocent" she really was. We hit it off.