I spent the day as I normally did, and went home for dinner. Laying in bed I had trouble sleeping. I wondered what game Tom was talking about. After p...aying with my dick and cuming, I was a bit more relaxed. Bright and early the next morning I was up and headed to Tom's house. His door was unlocked and I went in. He was still asleep as I climbed into his bed. Moving quietly so not to wake him I pulled the sheets over me. Laying next to him I couldn't resist the urge to feel his dick. As I held. P: Stop lying and tell me what was you doing.I stayed silent and kept my head down. I was afraid she gonna tell my parents and I’ll be dead. She asked me to get her some water from kitchen. As soon I got up she saw my boner. As I came back with water she was staring at my boner and was looking angry. She held the glass from my hand and touched my fingers and asked me to keep standing. She drank water and asked me:P: So you were staring at my breasts?I stayed quite.P: you should be ashamed of. My ears twitched while my hips wiggled.I swirled my tongue through her asshole, gathering up every drop of jizz I could find. The salty-sour flavor melted on my tongue. I shivered, waves of delight washing through me, stars washing across my vision as my pleasure built.Josephine needed the same pleasure.“Zanyia!” she gasped, my fingers plunging into her pussy.Her hot, silky depths clenched down on my dicks. She whimpered into the pillow she hugged, her butt-cheeks clenching about my face. I. ”“Ah, I see. You’ve never submitted before, have you?”“No.” Joyce’s voice was small. “Is that a problem?”“Not necessarily. It does mean that you have nothing but your fantasies to guide you in filling out the form. What sort of things have you fantasized about?”“I... ,” Joyce’s face turned a deep red in embarrassment. It was one thing to tell someone you were close to that you’ve dreamed of being someone’s sex slave, it was quite another to describe the intimate details of those fantasies to.