I loved it when he used me for his pleasure in the many positions he chose. I was his sex slave, here for his pleasure. He was my first love; he was m... only love. He taught me the art of BDSM. As far back as I can remember I always wanted to serve and obey even before I knew what it meant to be a submissive.I loved the feel of his whip on my ass. He did it out of love. I was never really a bad slave. I always tried to obey his every command, but sometimes I just needed the feel of his whip on. The good weather is keeping the guys in a good mood and all the suppliers and subs are working at a furious pace.”“Oh, the parking structure pieces are being delivered every day, with a crane very busy putting them in place after a layer of caulk as thick as concrete gets put in place.”“So, it’s like Jenga, but with caulk involved,” I heard my sister say.After everyone laughed for a few seconds, I switched gears, “Kevin, what is the status of our full-sized rehearsal and recording studio?”“Oh!. The beds had been pushed together into the middle of the room. Candle light illuminated the room. Take out from the Italian place on campus was spread over a tray in the middle of the bed. Rick was smiling at her. As she moved inside, he closed and locked the door up. After the ate thier candle light meal, Rick opened a bottle of champagne. He pulled Shannon over to him, breathing in her scent. He wrapped her in his arms. She was beautiful and he intended to enjoy her. He pressed a button on. She pulled her shirt back, revealing her large, perfect breasts and began to massage them in large circles, stopping to pinch and pull her nipples. Her other hand began to slide back to her bare pussy and he almost lost it when she rocked back and spread her legs, sliding her fingers across all the wet, pink places he loved to lick so much. He was glad to see her wetness trickling down felt his own cock swelling with cum. She began to moan more frequently, one hand working faster and faster on.