Master walked in and patted my head. He took a brief tour of the apartment and settled on the couch. "Come here," he said. I crawled across the room a...d laid my head in his lap. Master stroked my hair and then pulled out his phone. He placed the screen next to my face. "Do you recognize this, slave?" It was our conversation over text. I swallowed. "Yes. Sir," I said. "Read to me my last message to you." I looked up at him with pleading eyes. He raised his eyebrows but said nothing. I knew what. She just never thought this was needed. She always looked at sex as a biological need that had to be satiated once every few weeks.Nothing so carnal or rousing as she was feeling now. The toes, by now, had crawled from her ankle to her knees. Within the next few minutes, the feet were resting on the seat of her chair, between her thighs. That was when she realized she had decided to skip her panties.She was so aroused and wet by now that she resisted the urge to bite her lips. She didn’t. She. It had taken a lot of bravery for her to dress the way she’d been dressing for me, too.“It’s really not that impressive,” I said.“Liar,” said Lori. “We’ve seen it. We just didn’t get to see it very long.”“Bobby?” Cassie’s voice sounded... odd. I just looked at her. “You were right. I was at the mall today with some of my friends and a guy named Jack who I know from school came up to us. He said he had something to show me so I went with him to his car. When we got there he turned around and his. How do you do it?” said Drake. She tilted her head to one side and said, “do you smoke?” “No.” “What’s the point in telling you then?” They sat in silence. Hazel decided that she had been a bitch, Drake had only been friendly. He was kind of cute, a bit skinny, but with kind eyes and a nice smile. “I’m sorry. My name is Hazel, my step-dad just walked in on me while I was changing, that’s why I am in a shitty mood.” Drake grinned. “Shit, that sucks. What did you do?” “I told him to fuck.