> First thing, send the pics to my phone, and here they come. My phone makes a beep indicating a text message. “wow, you actually said that in a mes...age to someone?” I say out loud as I go through the phone, and “look at these pictures.” Now they’re both guessing what pictures I’m talking about, Lindsey is sweating more because she knows what other pics she has on her phone. Well, enough with the phone, my dick is looking for it new prey, now its time to really mess with them. I go closer and. Pam was a good trained number #2 slut.I then called John, the preacher. I told him that morning I had fucked and cum in his daughters pussy, and then his wife Pam had just finished sucking me off. I sent him a photo via text of both happening that I had taken during the acts. I could hear him moan. I asked him if he was touching his cock "yes Master" STOP you cannot cum until ordered "yes Master" do you want to meet me and suck me before I shower so you can see your wifes lipstick,. I had two British style trench coats and a quilted down jacket, but none was really suitable for heavy snow. Elspeth came to my rescue, in a backhand way.When I returned to campus in late July, many changes occurred. I was no longer one of the pure lesbian sisterhood, for example. This was not easy. Every social group has an "Us vs. Them" mentality. Since I was no longer a member in good standing, I was suddenly an unwelcome outsider. Countering this was a wave of appreciation for my new style.. I hate when I can't reach the mat because of the bodies under me. Anyway the strategy seemed to work, cause as the game was nearing the end, it was just me and two guys left. I was pretty much on my back, in the middle of the mat. Steve, the quarterback for the football team, was over my head and Dante, one of the wide receivers, was above my legs. Then came the spin I was waiting for, 'Right hand yellow'. I spotted my yellow and confidently put my hand down. I had to arch my back quite a bit.