Dress still hitched, she straddled us so that she had one knee between both of our legs. Her hands ran over our chests and she went from me to dad fo... deep snogs. Having made sure that we were both hard with a quick grope she moved back to lie on the bed. Heels digging into the mattress, she had her legs spread and was giving herself a rude fingering. I unbuttoned my boxers and pulled my dong out, slowly wanking as I feasted my eyes on her exposed twat, wet fingers sliding in and out of. The girl was so amusing to watch as we played. Every time a piece was taken she physically reacted. I purposely played sloppy and let Tim capture my pieces just to see her shudder. She was strange.The following day was Friday. I played against Hector. He was a sophomore now. He steadily grew from a weak player to a stronger one. His creativity challenged me but he often didn't look ahead for his moves. He was good at improvisation but my fundamentals prevailed.The same girl was here in a blue. Fred went by running as fast as he could. He saw Mary and Tony running his way, too. Behind Tony, he saw something black and shaggy. Baker stopped, took aim, and fired. The black furry animal went limp falling head over heels. The two kept running close together. Mary tripped. She never got a chance to do more than start to rise before another of the beasts was on her. Her scream was higher pitched until it was cut off abruptly. Baker fired again and killed the beast over her body. Tony had. She often thought of how amazingly wonderful it would be to be covered from head to toe in her master’s essence. The mere consideration of using tissues made her forlorn and heartbroken. She vowed, then and there, never again. Never again would she share what was rightfully hers with a soulless tissue. She couldn't help but laugh; listen to her, jealous of a tissue. Regardless, it was irrelevant now. She had made up her mind. Everything her master gave to her would belong to her and her alone. .