But his eyes closed for a few seconds. They never move away. "I don't mind. You're kinda turning me. Besides, when's the last time you got to have any...sex?" I asked innocently. I didn't wait for an answer though, just gently pressed against his penis. Even through his jeans, I could feel it stiffening. "Feels like it's been a while. We can have some fun."I love this part. Watching them struggle. Horny, with a cute little 'ol me there rubbing at their crotch. His dick can't tell the difference,. As I leaned forward, my chest against her back, I pinched her nipples and whispered in her ear to hold on tight to the counter. My legs were already sore and aching, but I didn’t care. The feeling of her tight, wet pussy around my cock drove me crazy. I pounded her with relentless vigor. Sweat began pouring off my chest and forehead as I drove in and out of her. Megan’s cries of pleasure kept getting louder and louder. Her legs trembled and I felt more of her fluids gushing over my cock. . "Well, I've got a remedy forthat, girlfriend," she told me. Heather had remedies for everything. I looked over at her with a half smile. "And what would that remedybe?" A hot fudge sundae, of course."I chuckled at her. "I had a feeling that's what you were going to say."She considered hot fudge sundaes to be the remedy for quite a number oflife's ills. When I left the dorm the next morning to head off to my eight o'clockclass, my spirits were a bit brighter. The morning sun was shining. ............Things happened so fast after our new arrangement that it left my headspinning. From the night that we had our discussion and I had answered,"Yes, Ma'am" our roles changed. I was her slaveboy, she was myMistress.She no longer did anything around the house. I cooked, I cleaned, I didall of the shopping, and the laundry. All of the things that she usedto do, I did now. On top of that, I still had to do the normal manlythings that I had always taken care of like mowing the lawn,.