As his eyes traveled down her body, he noticed a visible wet spot in the front of them."So, I take it you like my boobs?" she teased, as she leaned fo...ward and squeezed them together.Jason stood up and Joyce lay on the bunk. He pulled his t-shirt over his head and let it fall to the floor. He smiled at her as he quickly opened his belt, opened the front of his pants and pushed both his pants and his boxers down his legs."I most certainly love your cock," she said, seductively.Jason lay beside. "There is one other thing, but you don't have a choicehoney. The school has asked me to make sure that you can't get...excited, being around the girls like you will be, so I have to fix itso that can't happen." How? I mean...excited?" I mean when your...when you...becomes erect. Girls don't do that, anddressing as a girl and taking classes like gym and ballet requires acertain kind of uniform, like a leotard. Having a bulge where thereshouldn't be one will only remind the other girls just who. Now I was within arms reach of the figure, and I continued to play. As I did, the figure seemed to grow more distinguishable. I could now see that it resembled a man—a dark man, not black but possibly Latino. I was startled to see what looked like a large screwdriver protruding from his chest. Never missing a note, I suddenly was reminded of a story I’d heard. It was about a security guard back in the Seventies who was stabbed to death by a janitor that had overdosed on PCP. The badge on the. After my shower, I settled into bed with my laptop and spent a short time watching sample videos and then started reading stories. By then I was so horny that I could come at any point with out even touching my clit. Each story made me want Master T more and more. By the time I heard him pull in the driveway, I knew that I was ready to be his slut. I was ready to have him take me to places of pleasure and pain that only he can. I was ready to deny him nothing; my body, mind and sole.