I wanted it all, I wanted to make you mine right in front of the whole class. At that point I wouldn't have even cared. Instead I awoke for the last m...nute of class when the teacher told us to pick partners for a group project. Yes! I thought to myself. now was my opportunity. I see you leaving a few steps ahead and quickly catch up and politely ask if you'd like to work together on the project. What I didn't think about was the massive boner that was bulging out of my pants. You just smiled. Our guest was one who, while a true and good friend, was not often in our house. We preferred to meet where we had all first met, in London, in the winter. He was Nassau, third son of Lucifer, King of Hell. And if all that sounded very grand, he was also impatient, idiosyncratic, childish, playful, seductive and often mischievous. He looked sideways at me with storm grey eyes as I put the tray down and waved my hand at it, the bottle filling each glass with a different drink. Mine was. Just as your body and what life has given you, is part of you.’ Slowly he turned his back towards her, sliding sideways on the edge of the bed, as she looked down at the long tapered length of his back. Nestled between his shoulder blades an L shaped silver scar marred the smooth skin and further down to the right of his back another silver scar ran, two or three inches long, pointing from the right towards the indent of his spine. Turning back to her he looked up at her face, smiling gently,. He didn't slow down, but kept thrusting hard and deep. Biting my ear, he said,"take it you slutty tramp, take my dick in that married cunt. I could tell you wanted Darren's cock tonight. But you knew I'd fuck you better. That's why you wanted my dick instead of his. That's all you sluts really care about isn't it Janet, who's cock can fuck you the best."I didn't care about the names Ron called me, or what he said about me. I loved how his cock felt and how he fucked me. The way he talked to me.