Even the sound of his name sent butterflies through my stomach. My boyfriend since my sophomore year in high school, Chris and I shared the relationsh...p that was the stuff of dreams, mostly because we were both pretty much the opposite sex's ideal partner. I was tall, smart, funny, and gorgeous, an aspiring writer, and Chris was thin, good-looking, and was in choir and advanced classes all through high school."Helen?"I turned around at the sound of his voice saying my name. There he stood,. As I reach for his cock he tells me to wait a moment. And he turns around and finds what he wants in a drawer. Nipple clamps! I love nipple clamps. Then I let out an, "OOOOHHHHH," as he clamped my nipples. Then he asks me if I want his cock.I say, "Yes." He slaps me in my face with his cock and tells me, "Say it like you meant it!" "Yes master. I want your cock, may I please have it." So he allows me to stroke and suck it for a little bit. Then he takes it away from me. He asks me who's slut I. Six arms slithered with amid them with serpentine grace and grip. Once they felt clean it was more than just arms. It had been some time since the three had been together. Their tangled embrace lasted an infinitesimal moment in the world of their lives but could have lasted hours in the broken, isolated fragment. They loved each other, and it was good to feel it physically, together. With refreshed hygiene, all three were rushed in putting on their own clothes. They were happy to be out. She also took charge of her own program. She was starting to realise where we needed to focus our efforts. Every day that we were due to meet, she would ring me an hour or two beforehand and tell me what she wanted to work on, giving me just enough time to find the right books and papers. The arrangement was a hassle for me – one that could have been eased if Sophie had been more organised. But the problem was resolved in a way I didn’t expect. She’d been distracted throughout one of our.