Bad news though, dickhead’s coming back for a few days too.”Deborah shrugged, “Bob’s cute. Dunno why you still rag on him when you’re both i... college.”“He’s not in college. He’s in ‘grad school,’” she said with air quotes. “Dickhead thinks he’s a genius.”“So when’s he getting in?”“Round dinner time. What should we cook him?”Deborah smiled, “Filet mignon.”Caroline retorted, “Vichyssoise and tête de veau.”The other two looked at her strangely. “What?” she asked.“You just say shit to hear yourself. It called experimenting, being kinky, or open minded. Anal sex is simply another way to experience sexual gratification it’s completely unrelated to your sexual identity.”Needless to say I didn’t need much convincing. My cock was throbbing hard by this time. She ran her fingers lightly over my erection that was tenting the crotch of my pants, straining to burst free. She unzipped my pants, and in one smooth motion pulled them off along with my shorts, discarding them in a heap on the floor. I. "As the scent continues to invade and change your mind you will start to feel the need to submit, to obey, to serve. You will find that you no longer hold any sexual interest in women, serving your master will be the only thing that can bring you pleasure. Once enough time has passed the changes will be permanent, and you will forever be my slave." I reel at the thought of this, quickly betrayed by my mind as once again the scent makes me accept this as truth, want it, even desire it. "You will. Sarah closed her eyes. Was this really happening? she thought. They kissed there on the floor. It was a slow tender kiss. At first Sarah just let Tom kiss her, but soon she began to kiss him back. Their lips pressed close together, as their tongues explored each other's mouths longingly. Sarah stretched her arms around Tom's back, her hands and fingers caressing very gently with the rhythm of their kisses. She closed her eyes and drank in the sensations that raced through her mind. Tom hadn't.