She laid it on the floor next to the letters. A paper napkin with their initials inside a heart, drawn by her in a restaurant as they waited for their...salads to arrive — that was next. Shaunna took it out and fingered it. It was so soft. Her fingertips felt like they were being indulged. These days she didn’t really pay attention to how things felt in her hands. A lot of their lovemaking had been simple touches. She had loved touching. Sometimes Shaunna was embarrassed by it. Like that day in. "Tell you what, I'll make you a deal." I knew there would be a catch coming. "You have to keep up your end of the bet, and be our slave for the rest of Spring Break. You will do what we want, when we want, and with whomever we want you to do it with. If you can be an obedient little cumslave, maybe I won't send this picture around campus. Does that sound like a good deal to you?" I had to agree, lest my reputation be soiled around school. Not that I would have turned them down anyway, serving. “No, not today.”I was slightly offended at her reluctance, seeing as how she and Lara had done this often enough that she should be comfortable with it. “All right, I just thought—”“No, you just don’t want to do that today, believe me,” she said dramatically. “But ... maybe in a few days?”“Oh.” I frowned at her for a moment, before finally comprehending her hint. “Oh!” I changed my frown to a grin. “Sorry, I get it now. But when you’re ready, then, you promise you’ll let me?”She arched a brow. All of my holes are yours to do with as you wish. At the end of the seven days, I want to know more about sex than the dirtiest whore, understand?’Mike nodded dumbly, trying to compute what I had just asked him. ‘Are you sure? I mean I don`t work anymore, so a week is not a problem, but prove to me this is not a joke and show me you`re serious. I want to see your tits.’I was waiting for that. I wasn't wearing a bra, and my heavy tits were restrained only by my blouse. I slipped off my jacket.