We stepped up to the table, refilled our mugs, and got some eggs and toast before we found a corner to eat.“Got room?” Lauren asked.“Always.”�...�Where did you get coffee?”“Margie,” I said. “Here, have mine.”I walked over to the kitchen and got Margie’s attention.“What’cha need, sweetie?”“Coffee for Lauren?”“Come get it.”I picked up the mug and filled it before I returned to the main room.“You really are a prince,” she said, passing my mug back.We ate quietly while the rest of the student’s swelled. Unzipping his camo pants, he pulled them down with his underwear in one shot. She may have been clean, but he hadn’t showered in a few days. He didn’t really have a reason to. His rock-hard dick stared her in the face.“Suck my fucking cock you slut.” He snarled at her. She slowly reached out and put her hand around the base. Hesitating and looking down, she eventually succumbed to her fate. Opening her mouth, she started to suck gently on the head of his dick. It felt incredible. It had been a. Earlier I'd removed his rings from her and replaced them with small studs. Tomorrow I'd put my rings on her and then, apart from giving her a slave name, she'd be mine. I'd felt that this was needless and melodramatic, but Serena had been adamant. We'd almost had our first real fight. Once more I'd reflected that Slave and subservient were not necessarily synonyms. Finally she'd wheedled me into agreeing and then she tormented me to one of the most explosive orgasms of my life. I didn't know. “I….I’m letting you go now, hold still….” I undid the strong tie from her right leg, dropped the twisted steel to the concrete, and unclipped her boot from the wooden x. I knew it was coming. Her thigh almost shook with anticipation. She brought down the heel of the oversized boot, attempting to break my hand. She missed of course. I let her flail as I backed away. “Don’t you want me to let you go?” I asked. I tried to keep the smile off my face, but I think it might have flickered there, for a.