When I saw somethingI was interested in, he would listen intently to what I had to say. Itturned out that his dad was always pressuring him to go into...sports whenhe really just wanted to go to be a physician. He drove me back home andthanked me for giving him a chance.The next day Dillon approached me at school with a troubled expressionon his face. He told me that he had been researching Jason's death andsomething didn't add up. He showed me some government papers andexplained that until one. He forces open the door but what he spots inside the room is nothing like he expected.He sees two people on a bed. One of those is unmistakingly fucking the absolute shit out of the other. Currently tightly hugging her pillow is a blonde on all fours taking it from behind. Her round and plump tits sway with each powerful thrust. Having her face buried inside the pillow and screaming her lungs outshe doesn't even notice you at all. Her long blonde ponytail is pulled back by a dark skinned and. My name, carefully tooled along its length. She’d personalized it for me, her… pet. I smiled to myself, liking the feel of it. In a sense, she did own me, after all. It had just taken me a while to come to that realization. “Well?” she asked, her voice so close to my ear that I could feel her warm breath against my neck. Startled, I stumbled over my words briefly, before finding the ones I wanted.“It’s beautiful. Thank you, Mrs. Vandermeer.” She seemed pleased, kissing the back of my head. She slid a finger in, then another to make sure her clit rubbers were well prepped. Her nipples hardened, every sensation she was so used to feeling was magnified by the people staring into her private moment. She wasn't usually a big masturbator. Had always preferred finding a quick lay to buying a good toy. But tonight was different. It was only moments before this that she was reeling in the throws of ecstasy. Now she felt even more powerful, more sexual, more free. Her fingers danced in and.