’ He was nowhere near a master flirt, but he went for it anyway. ‘A lovely name for a lovely girl.’ Her cheeks turned pinker and she giggled. He...wished he knew what she was thinking. It would have either eased his nerves or set them bolting in a thousand different directions. Annabelle was just so pretty. She wasn’t the hottest girl on campus, but she could take a run at the most adorable. He was hooked, and he was sure that any man lucky enough to talk to her felt the same. She wasn’t a tiny. Sarah jumped up, hid the dildo, put her dressing gown on and opened the door. It was her flat mate Heather, a cute stoner chick with no personality, but there was no sound on the video so all we could see was Heather walking into Sarah’s room, sitting on her bed and starting to roll what looked like a joint. The board went nuts asking Sarah to strip, to kiss Heather and to have sex but all this was wasted as Sarah was on the other side of the room. Heather handed Sarah a joint and left her. And the cute pink color that has flooded his cheeks was a proof to his obvious lie. "Since when did you have a girlfriend? And why would you buy her something that looked like mine?" I continued to tease him. I had inkling as to his reasons for falling asleep on my bed. But it would be so much nicer to hear it tumble out of his mouth. His plump red lips telling me that he jacked off looking at my lingerie and smelling my pillows. "Fine. I took it out so I could do something. Wait. What took you. As a matter of routine before retiring Anwar would pick a beautiful slave girl and chain her naked to the wall who he would abuse first thing after breakfast.For breakfast he had parathas mixed with aphrodisiacs that ensured he was energetic and horny throughout the day. He did a lot of work you see.He then gestured to his wives after breakfast to bring Lopa (The Afghan slave girl ) to him but they said they had plans of their own and smirked. So he decided to watch his three horny wives do.