But here she was, sitting in my living room, acting as if we had known each other for some time and expressing her concern for my well being. But for...the slight air of tension in the room, this would, indeed, seem be a social visit. Neither of us gave any clue as to what we were thinking, discussing instead our respective studies and writings, finishing our graduate studies, the winter weather, our looking forward to spring, and other similar mundane topics. Jill had a second beer. “I broke up. Janet really did have all her actors trained like her personal slaves.Thinking about that as I watched her kiss Jason turned me on and I started fucking her harder until she told me to slow down and started kissing me with strands of spit from her face to mine. I rested my chest on her back as she layed on top of Jason who was under the dog pile and we both slid in and out of her slowly while we all kissed. After Janet came two or three times she told us to cum but not fuck her to fast and soon. “I swear she likes it, though. See, that’s the key to making love. You pay more attention to making the other person happy, instead of pleasing yourself. And when you do that, it does please you. It sounds goofy, but that’s how it works.”Monica’s brain had several parts, too. One part, the inexperienced part, was shy and afraid of pain. That was the part that recoiled at the idea of being folded in half and savaged by being repeatedly stabbed by a knife made of flesh. Another part, though,. ... I climb into the bath and lay flat on the bottom as ordered. My Master looks at me and says,again, "You are my Good Boy - now you are my Piss Boy". "Yes Master" I reply. "Piss on yourself" he orders. I lay in the bath and hold my dick and concentrate - my bladder feels full of the water we drank at dinner earlier and I feel the piss starting to move towards my limp cock. I shoot a small squirt out that lands below my tummy. My Master leans forward and says "Do more" and at the same time.