." the old man said, turning back to me again. "You know, I really hate being cast in these kinds of stories. I'm plunked down here for maybe a page a... the most and shuffled off again. Where's the justice in that? I'm a professional, you know! I've got a whole line of stories all my own out there. I don't need this kind of aggravation." Ummm, excuse me," I said, as he went on complaining. I could almost sympathize with the guy, he was somewhere he didn't want to be just like I was. But all this. “Yes cum for me my little slave.” I tell her. I smile as I watch her orgasm ravage her making her hips buck against her hand and she cries out sounds that vaguely resemble a thank you for giving her permission to cum.“You look really pretty when you cum.” I tell her when she comes down from her orgasm, she smiles at me and looks so pleased with herself, “I want you to come and lie across your masters lap.” I tell her and she quickly leaps up and hurries across the room before lying across my. But suddenly it started raining.Since it was a sunny day in the morning, I had not taken my rain coat. Since I have to keep my timing, I decided to go on and expected the rain to stop soon. The highway was deserted already. The rain caused it to be really deserted. There was no building, no people there, except some heavy vehicles passing rarely. I felt some fear but ride the two wheeler. The rain has reduced my speed to almost 20kmph. The rain was getting heavy and I was almost drenched in it.. Directly below her, a Freshmen with short, bleached hair named Nevaeh moans around a pair of damp panties stuffed in her mouth. Her thin, pale body tenses on sweat-soaked sheets, and she hisses in pain, not from the thick strap-on buried in her ass, but from the tattoo needle that’s piercing her back.On top of her is another Freshman named Elsa, a talented artist. She’s the one wearing the strap-on, and the one giving Nevaeh her new tattoo: the letters CCL. Beside them, a bottle of lube leaks.