Lemme give you a brief introduction about me. I’m what many people like to call a bitch, and beware I’m not a slut(if you know the diff). I’m ac...ually from Hyderabad but studying in Vizag and let’s keep the rest of my personals in private.This is a pure fiction and none of this ever happened. So, tagging again. I AM THE SLUT,aiming to raise your dicks(well, at least one) with the story. This is about a 22yo girl( me, obviously) with 36d*28*34, fantasizing about her lecturer/teacher.He’s been. I was in the chair, naked and watching. I had not watched them for the last two times they were together, so I was excited to see the show.He was laying on top of my wife kissing her. They were saying something quietly to each other but I couldn’t make out what it was. They giggled.Randy got off of my wife and smiled. Gracie looked at me and said “Come here babe, you go first this time”. Still very horny from this morning, I got up from the chair and positioned myself between my wife’s thick. " He whispered in her ear, she could feel him shift his hips away from hers."Oh, uh yeah. Sorry!" Anne blurted out, plastering the facade of a smile on her face. "I'll, um...just get out of your way." She promptly broke off the hug, awkwardly sidestepped her brother, and rushed to her bedroom once again with thoughts of shame and disappointment surging through her mind.Anne grabbed a pillow from her bed and let out a muffled scream. 'What the fuck is wrong with you?!' Her rational mind yelled. Master: Really. Do tell. He sits heavily, examining the slave more closely. Her dark hair is tied loosely back from her pretty face. She’s wearing a simple grey tunic, open at the neck to show her cleavage, rising and falling quickly with anxiety. The skirt is short, just covering her pert arse and showing her fine legs. Lady Sofia would be easily offended by such a lovely little thing on her staff. Slave: She found me with a man, a man she liked, Jay.Master: Jay? That is offensive, but I’ll.