”“Dad...”“Wait, there’s more. After running him off, You’re on a hell of an adrenaline rush. You feel bold and powerful. So you tell her y...u know she’s submissive and you’re interested in being her master.” He pointed at Kevin. “Here’s the main question you need to consider. Did you use her need for slavery against her to get her into a relationship that she normally wouldn’t have gotten into or did you become her master because you wanted a slave?”Kevin stared at his father a moment then. Her mind said no way but her body said hell yeah! She knew she had to try it, so far everything she tried she loved and couldnt get enough of. So after of a few seconds of hesitation she found herself pulling the shampoo bottle out of her drenched pussy and kneeling down on her bed then positioning the big bottle under her touching her pink asshole. The thick shampoo bottle was covered with her pussy juices and she knew that would serve as lube but she still doubt that big bottle could squeeze. He was too hot and his money too good to turn down.Once he had had his fill, or more correctly, I had been filled by him, I received requests on an almost daily basis for sex. These invitations came in various ways. To me directly, to my closest friends or sometimes written and pushed under my door in the halls of residence. They asked for differing forms of sex and a variety of other sexual related practices. I even had several letters posted to me asking me if I would attend all-night parties. "Aw c'mon baby, please."I shake my head. "Not tonight Vic, I'm cold, I just wanna go home." But I could keep ya warm." He says drawing me closer. I smell liquor on his breath now. Apparently he went to his own party."Not tonight. I'm not in the mood." I try to wriggle away from him."But baby, we've been waiting here for you forever.'I freeze. 'We?'Just then I feel cold hands wrap around my wrists and pull my arms behind my back. Victor lets go of my waist and steps back smiling. I turn my head.