Touching my body. He touched my ass, my belly, my nipples. He reached down and cupped my cock and balls in his large hand. Gently squeezing and rubbin.... I couldn't help myself: I began to get hard. Mr Dixon's cock was getting hard as well. It looked bigger than I remembered from last time. As he saw my cock harden, it grew even more and he smiled. "Oh so maybe you do like this" he said. I wasn't liking what he was doing, but a youthful boy can't always control his dick. I think Mr Dixon knew. It greatly eased their major fear - that the two would fall so deeply in love they would have to be life partners.The Dex that began his Sophomore year was dramatically changed from the shocked, despondent adolescent that fled from the death of his parents. In the past year, his ability to help some people, Kristen and Jenny in particular, had taken the edge off his overwhelming guilt. It did not, however, diminish his drive to help any female who had been harmed by a man. He did not actually. You see, Marnie is my Slave.Oh, I know the stigma when someone hears that word "Slave". Yet don't label either of us too harshly. In fact, I doubt any judgment that you issue would make a difference in the way I live my life.Contrary to the definition, Marnie has chosen her lifestyle with full consent and can leave it at any moment. In fact, all she has to say is "no" and I would stop whatever I'm doing. It is really that easy. We both know it and live with that knowledge. Yet if that word is. He pushed me against it, grabbed my ass with both hands and, frankly, pulled me into him. I wrapped my arms around his back and enjoyed the feeling of his muscles and hard shoulders... and the arousal in his black jeans. His hands were already under the hem of my dress and caressing the back of my thighs. He told me again he wanted to give me hard sex. I tugged at his shirt to lift it out of his jeans so he quickly untucked and gave me access to his skin. His belly was smooth and toned. I.