I'd oftencatch myself rubbing up against the kitchen cabinets, trying to get anyrelief at all. "Is someone being a dirty slut?" I heard Kristi say. It...rned towards her, so embarrassed. "I better not catch you doing thatagain, stay on task Jane." Yes ma'am." I cracked on with dinner, served, had my salad in my dogbowl and cleaned up. The rest of the weekend went similar to this, minusthe uni classes. I settled into my routine of being the slave, goingabout my day doing whatever chores I was. ‘Would you be ok if I sat closer to you?’ I guess, sure, why, are you having problems hearing me? ‘You’re too funny. No I can hear you fine……Its just that….I want to touch more than your leg with my foot’ Omg, Omg, Omg and as soon as he said that, my cock started to twist and I had no choice but to adjust it and when I did, he said, ‘can I see it?’ I thought about that for a quick second. He wasn’t exact ‘my type’ but I did allow him to get this far, would it be wrong to say no? and being. "Now I understood the reason for the shoelace. I was still hard! Even though I had just come, I was still rock solid and she was hell-bent on extracting more from me. I could feel every inch of her cunt as it caressed and squeezed me. Sensitive almost to the point of pain, she rode me, taunting me, telling me how big I felt inside, how she needed more of me, wouldn't I please cum inside her again. Her cunt was milking me when she bent down and whispered, "I'm fertile. Breed me." Her message. .” I said.He tendered me a queer look. “Of course!” he said. “John Michael, you just have to get your head outta your ass and accept what I can do for you. I owe you. Victoria owes you. We need you to live and be happy and start over and well ... live!”“Okay, but on one condition,” I said.“Condition? What condition? I’ve told you and Victoria’s told you: there are no limits!” he said.“Okay then, I’ll let you save me. But, you have to save the woman I’m talking about too,” I said. The man took.