"I don't have to be a morning person," I growled, grasping his wrist and pulling him down on top of me. "I'm a bartender!" Shaun's body was warm; I bu...rowed under his weight, taking advantage of the cover provided by his large chest. "Mmm... you're like a blanket."Shaun's deep rumble of laughter was a purr in my ear. Nibbling gently he worked down the curve of my neck, kissing a path to my shoulder. It was my turn to purr."Oh, no," he laughed, rolling off of me and giving my hip a playful slap.. My hair was jet black and my eyes were a dark brown. My small ab muscles were more toned and my skin a tan colour. I was the type of boy that girls melted over, so I was never necessarily without a girlfriend. The day I met Davy was during our first day of freshmen-year gym. All the boys reported to the left half of the gym, the girls to the right half. The group of awkward guys sat on the rubbery floor, waiting for the coach to arrive. An older man, around age 49, waltzed into the room,. I poured what seemed like gallons of cum into Jean in one of the biggest orgasms I had ever had. Being psychically linked to the two girls at the moment of their orgasms seemed to magnify my own. Exhausted for the moment, we fell apart, gasping for air. After a moment, I knew things had to go to the next level. ‘Slave’ I said softly. ‘Huh? You mean me?’ panted Ann. ‘The proper form of address is Sir or Master, slave. You will be punished every time you forget that. For now, your mistress needs. “Exactly,” Betsy said.“You aren’t serious,” Professor Parrish asked starting to get worried.“I’m deadly serious.”“You’re telling me this as a servant of the Two-Sided One.”“Yes.”“I’ll do it.”“Good. You wouldn’t happen to own a gun, would you?”“No.”“You might want to pick up a couple,” Betsy said.“When are the horsemen likely to ride?”“I’m not exactly sure, but I’m confident it will be within a year,” Betsy answered before turning and leaving the office.Betsy headed towards the Bloated Shark..