“She’s back,” he told them without needing to use her name. “I had something watching her house for the past several days. She returned this a...ternoon and had her Familiar with her,” he told those at the meeting.“How did she look? Was she injured?” came from several of those in attendance. David paused for several seconds before answering.“She didn’t appear to be injured. Neither did the Familiar. She had on jeans, a shirt, and a backpack. They walked around the front yard for a bit after. Shit, but she wanted him in her so bad, she almost came at that moment.I cupped her ass with both of my hands, holding her. I swung her around, so that her ass rested on the table. She pulled my belt loose, then the button, and pushed her hand inside to stroke my stiff cock. "You're going to fuck me, and I want it now," she hissed into my ear. She tugged the zipper on my jeans open, and pulled my cock out. Stroking his fourteen-inch wide cock, she smiled when she felt the heavy girth of my. Bring out all those desserts you made. Set them out on the table. Oh and wine? Got anything nice? Yeah I thought so. That first. Go on then.”I give her directions as she starts reluctantly setting the table, watching her walk around the kitchen naked. Green little gem peeking out from her ass, gagged mouth in a forced surprised “O” shape. She pours me a glass of expensive red wine. Spiced holiday wine, perfect. I grab her ass as she pours, wiggling her butt plug with a finger, teasingly making. I hate this fucking school. I should just kill myself. Why do I have all this drama? I’m an artist, not an actor, Jim.I went back to my dorm room and cut Art Orientation. I stripped, crawled in bed, and pulled the covers over my head, determined not to come out until they closed the dorms for the summer.Of course, I didn’t silence my cell phone and it started chiming once every ten minutes with messages until I finally gave in and got up to see who was texting me. I hoped it was Melody. I.