Mein akele mein apni seat par jaa kar fingering karna chahti thi. meri dono taango ke beech mein kuchh ho raha tha. station pe jahan mein apne parents...ke saath baith kar train ke aane ka baith kar rahi thi wahan se khuchh hi doori par baitha ek handsome sa ladka mujhe hi ghoor raha tha. maine bhi kai baar use tirchhi nazron se dekha. wo bahut hi achchha dikh raha tha. us time mein mann hi mann soch rahi thi ki wo mere saath waali seat par hi ho.Usi ke baare mein sochte sochte meri choot kab. You can always buy me a pint tonight in the Students Union. I’ll see you at the Freshers Disco... Deal?”I grinned. “No bother. I’ll see you there.”“About 10 pm. In the Potterrow Building. That one over there.”She pointed through a window across the square to a low white building with a domed glass roof.“I’d better go rescue some other hapless fresher,” she giggled before skipping off back to the Students Union stand. I watched her walk off. Her arse was wiggling in a pair of tight jeans. She. Curse him for being just a few inches taller than me. I jumped up for it, but he has quick reactions being a basketball player and threw the metal figure to his other hand."Jase, come on!" I complained. "I don't fuck with your shit." Damn right you don't or I'd beat the snot out of you," Jason taunted, still evading my hands to keep my mini."JASON! RICHARD! Stop it right now!" Mom yelled and Jason suddenly tossed my miniature right at me, but I was surprised by Mom's yell and failed to. “What is your whole reason for being slave?” He asked. “Too please you master.” “And what purpose does your body serve?” “To be your cum dumpster master.” She replied. “Good girl. Now, do slaves wear clothes?” He asked. “Only if they please master.” “That’s my good little slut. Your dress no longer pleases me.” He said. Without further instruction, she slid her dress down her shoulders and let it fall to the floor at her feet. “On your knees whore.” He instructed. “Hands behind your head,.