So coming back to the story i am going to use hinglish this time as many of you asked me to do so as it is more of fun. Main ab ashu ke upar aa gya au... usko kiss krne laga. Usko mote mote boobs mere chest par touch ho rhe the aur soft hone ki vjha se bar bar dab bhi rhe the jisse usko maza a rha tha. Mai usko balo main apne hath ko ghuma rha tha vo pagal hue ja rhi thi aur mere chest ko bar bar bite kr rhi thi aur kiss krke siskiyan le rhi thi aaahh ohh sschhheee mmm. Mujje bhi bhot maza a rha. “What? Hi Adam. Samira and Krysten had a date night last night. You need to be in the music room before Mr Kilkenny gets here.” Emmy frowned. He grabbed her elbow. Her cheeks flushed and he kissed her.“Adam?” She stepped back and ran her brown hair behind her ears. There were a few people in the hallway. Freshmen mostly. Maybe they wouldn’t know what was going on? Who she was? Still, Emmy blanched. “Go find Samira and Krysten.”“No.” He shook his head.She fought the smile and never showed it.. See you tomorrow, he told them. Thank you Sir. See you tomorrow, Sir, Syndee said. Yes thank you Sir and see you tomorrow slave Silk, Stacey offered. They stood up and left the office. Michael watched as Silk still knelt on the floor after they left. Her head was lowered in what seemed defeat. Michael wondered what she was thinking. He knew by her earlier attitude and words that she was extremely jealous. In one way he didnt care. He was the Dom here, she would just have to learn to deal with. "I want this"... at first more like a question, but then, veryquickly it is the answer. "I want this!" And then Trey, reading my mind, asks "You want this?" his more like astatement. "Yes." I croak, more like a whisper than a word. "I didn't hear you", immediately, then a second later"Do... You... Want... This?" He says louder, insistently while punctuatingeach of the words with a slightly harder fuck stab of his cock up my ass. "Yes," I say loudly, and then louder "oh God, Yes.