Even so the Master had still managed to set up a competitive situation between the two slavegirls. Sometimes he would let them roam free in the hall o...tside their boxes, providing him with one unusual pair or exotic dancers, while he would sit in one old sofa, snapping his long whip to enforce them to even more energetic efforts. At other times he would pullone or the other down to receive a lap dance. Both girls would do their best to present their body to the Master, exposing their vulva or. Flirting with other boys was also an attempt to throw their schoolmates off the scent of her developing an unhealthy likeness for girls. At seventeen, she explained, she had become involved with Melissa Burton. Sandra shook her head remembering her. She stopped walking and turned to Matt to look him in the eye.“Melissa Burton,” she had said, “was by far, the filthiest lesbian I had ever met.”She threaded her arm through his once more and they moved on. Giggles erupted from her lips and Matt’s. They looked bored, but it was nice to know that they were doing things together as an almost family. Cycling had become a regular activity. The city had a couple of cycling and hiking trails in local parks. They were making the rounds, trying one and then another. Some of the trails had given them quite a workout. Others were simple flat trails that allowed a little speed.Mary, from the apartment above his, was there with Charlie. They weren’t dating, but she didn’t feel right about attending. Her fantasies about her teacher were becoming impossible to ignore. She wanted so much to fuck him, he was that much gorgeous. Midnight black hair just like hers and warm brown eyes made her melt at the sight of him. It was wrong, so wrong for her to fantasize about her teacher, but she couldn’t help it. He was 23 years old, with an athletic built body and a 5 foot 9 inches height. His deep sexy voice and gaze always made her impossible to look away. She could tell, by the looks he has given.