“Guilty,” I said.The waitress laughed but was soon crowded out by people that wanted to talk to us. A few told me they were amazed she trusted me ...o do that.I then became amazed she had trusted me to do that.Then I remembered that in high school that would have been a tame stunt for her.By the time our admirers left Zelda’s hand was caressing my erection.“Your place or mine,” she asked.“Mine is closer,” I said.We said good bye to everyone and she kissed our uncles then we hurried to my room.We. ’ I assumed the almost gynecological position. ‘Nice that you’re shaved. Makes everything so easy to see. Spread the lips apart. They like to see inside. To penetrate with their eyes what they can’t with their cocks. You’re all shiny and wet. You get off on this?’ ‘Yeah,’ I said, which is not normally a word I use, but seemed appropriate. ‘Yeah,’ my voice guttural. ‘I get off on this.’ ‘You can touch yourself if you want, but I wouldn’t come yet. You’re going to need your energy. What size. He had rounded up the ones to be taken and gotten them loaded into the wagon. Now the wagon driver and the slave driver who rode beside him would take over. Gregor paid no attention to the other slaves in the wagon. If you had asked him if they were male or female, he could not answer. His mind, his heart, his thoughts, his soul were all being left behind at Hartshorn Hill. He was leaving Avalon, his love, his life. He did not know how he could continue on without her but he knew he would try.. Two…" She didn't move. "Three!” I brought my hand down on her cheek—hard. Heather let out a small scream.“Let’s try that again,” I said. “One…two…” This time I felt bad about hitting her, but if I stopped now, I might lose my chance to assert dominance. “Three!” I slapped her even harder. “Suck my cock or we keep doing this. It’s your choice. One…two…”She started crying again.“...three!” Another slap.Tears still streaming down her face, she sat up in bed and took my cock in her hand, then.