?What are you?? I question her.?Um ? what ? I don’t understand.??WHAT ARE YOU? Tell me what you are!??Oh, I am a slut Mistress? blushes Tabby as sh... begins to hump her cunt against my hand.?Tell Henri whose slut you are.?Her blush deepens, ?I am Mistress’s Slut.? Her moans quicken as she gets closer to cumming. ?I am Mistress’s dirty slut.??Mmmm yes, you are my Slut.? My hand continues its thrusting into her dripping cunt while the other fingers tug hard on her clit. ?I think my Slut wants. In fact that bean-bag had two dips in it which Jared spotted at exactly the same time as Amanda did.Amanda then spied all the clothes and towels piled up on the sofa then looked at Jared with his unshaven face and absolutely filthy attire. She then looked back at those two dips in the bean-bag and asked, “Have you had a chick in here or something. And ... oh pooh! What is that awful smell?”Amanda was becoming aware of Jared’s unwashed body odor and the smell of stale beer drying up on the floor. .. teachers... teacher's wives?" I have no idea, and I really don't care. Where did you hear that?" My ex roommate dated him and all but became his slave. She swore all of that was true. Said he was really hung too. But mostly was a great fuck. She still runs to him whenever he calls."I just shrugged my shoulders and walked away but I think I was more than a little curious, if not hooked at that point, even though I didn't know it. He called the next night and asked me to have coffee with him. Just imagine whatever is happening. It is not a real story. So guys, hands on your cock and girls, on your pussy now.I’m a software engineer from Bangalore. It so happened that few junior engineers joined my team. There were two beautiful north Indian girls named, Naina and Amisha, along with many others. I mentioned those two particularly because they were the hottest among them. Fortunately and luckily, they both were sent to me for knowledge transfer (the term used in IT industry for sharing.