. . Master. . . let me. . . stop . . . cumming.”He increased the pace of His thrusting inside her and His stroking on her clit, “Whose cho...ce, Slut?”She could barely catch her breath as she whispered, “Yours, Master; my life is your choice.”“Always. Remember that, whore,” as he pulled His hand out of her with a pop. She whimpered at the ache of emptiness. His hand and wrist were glistening and dripping with her juices. He smeared the juices on her. I was sitting outside on the school steps at lunchtime when Hetty walked up and sat down beside me."Hi." Hi yourself. What's up?" You going to the prom?" Probably." Who is your date?" Don't know. Haven't asked anyone yet." Does that mean I might have a chance?" What?" Does that mean that I might have a chance that you will ask me."I turned and stared at her. Here was Hetty basically asking me to be her prom date and if the rumors were true she was also asking me to take her cherry. I was. ‘Go on! Go on, you hussy. Give it to him.’ ‘Not funny!’ Stephanie awkwardly squirmed and pawed her way free, blushing brightly in embarrassment and not daring to check and see if the boy had noticed the commotion. ‘Ready? Steady… annnnnd go!’ Megan shoved, pushing Stephanie forward suddenly. Flabbergasted and off-balance, Stephanie backpedaled and twisted, colliding into Brian spectacularly. For a moment pink bursts swam across her vision, and Stephanie toppled over in surprise, taking him. Just a few paragraphs is fine." Okay." The question is, 'What does being submissive mean to you?'" I can do that." Good. I'll look forward to reading your thoughts on it." Yes, Sir." More empty seconds passed. Elaine stared at the screen, only dimly aware of her nipples softly pulsing. Instead she was thinking again of how masterfully Gary used 'silence'. And timing. Right on cue he started typing again."I dreamed of you last night."Elaine grinned. "You did?" Yeah. One day I'll tell you about.