Talk about boring. I squirmed in my seat. It seemed the more sex I got, the more I wanted. Every stray thought I had now always ended up back to sex ...nd when I was bored, boy did my mind run rampant. I reached down to scratch an itch on my bare knee. Sitting down at our little desks made my school uniform skirt reach the middle of my thigh. I took the opportunity to run my hand up and down my smooth thigh, sighing quietly at the sensation. It had only been a few hours since I had been fucked. I don?t want your cock hard yet! I want itimmediately back to its pathetic original size!? she said.I looked at herpuzzled, not knowing what to do to make that happen.?It seems thatyou don?t understand, shitty slave,? and Mistress Michelle got closer slappingmy erect penis. ?Kneel, sit down on your toes and stare at the floor.?I promptly followedmy Mistress? instructions. She went looking for a box she kept in her wardrobe thatwas locked with a padlock. She put it on one of the two beds she had. .. I was trained a little about fighting and if I can fight and win I can use this money to get a better defense for our hometown and...Tim: Oooh, a tough one! Let's see how long she lasts!Marlene: Wait, am I going to die? Noone ever said anything about actually going up in a serious fight like this, I figured at most it would be like mud wrestling or something!Tim: No no, missy no one dies in our arena. Except maybe the monsters. But here's where your wrestling skills will come in. Tami that is a recipe for disaster and we both know it." I don't know what to do," she admitted. "I just don't feel we are getting to be as close as we used to be. I miss you sharing everything with me and us planning the future together. It used to be us against the world."Now it was my turn to think. The easy answer was to have a summer fling with her, but it would never work. If I went back to the way things were and added steady sex to it. Simple answer, it was not happening. Losing Tami a.