Me: the crowd of our college sucks. No pretty girls hereShreya: are you serious? I know it’s not the best on the campus but we do have some hot girl....Me: I don’t think so. One in 20 maybe. Anyway. Are you seeing someone?Shreya: no (raised eyebrow). Why would you ask?Me: just like that. I mean you see pretty so I thought so.Shreya: you ain’t bad yourself. So are you seeing?I thought of turning it into a flirty conversation. Me: I thought you are committed so never really made my move on you. :d. She grinded against him, no longer resisting his voice. I want you. I want your cock, Sir.Leather cuffs were revealed to her by one of Sir's maids. Eagerly, he took them, strapping each cuff to her wrists, binding her arms. She grabbed her by her golden blonde locks, taking a whiff of her scent, licking her neck. “Use me as you see fit Sir,” she moaned, her lip quivering. “I'm yours.”“I'm your what, Rebecca?”“I'm...I’m...” her voice stuttered. The words were there. But they were weighted down. He announced ? frequently ? that while he'd beenseduced away from simplicity, he'd at least adhered to moderation. Heexpected nothing less from his beloved twins.Others might have viewed their childhood environment as a luxuriousprison, but for the J's, as Dad called them when he was in a jovialmood, it was all good. They were home schooled by devout, but brillianttutors. They were allowed two hours each day of supervised television.While they could tear down and re-build their computers, even. " Chris said. "I'm glad to have a chance to work in hiscompany. Even if I'm only starting off as a receptionist." Confidently, I had hope for a female assistant, if you know what Imean." Mr. Johnson said as he saw Chris walking with a bit of a wigglein his hips as he went to take a seat at his desk. "Yes, a femaleassistant."It was about lunch time when an E-mail appeared over the papers Chriswas typing into the computer. It read: Please pick up the suit I left atthe cleaners. If you wish pick.