Jason walked back up the steps slowly and plopped his butt right next toJordan again."Please tell me he didn't hit on you?" Jason asked.Jordan sighed...."Well I got a shoulder rub and we shared an ice cream."Jason plopped his head into his lap."Ok, I gotta fix this. I'll fixthis. I've got to do some damage control," Jason explained."In the meantime, just keep doing what your doing and I'll figuresomething out. Don't worry about anything just yet" Jason finished."Worry about what?" A voice from. I swallow and feel how rough my throat is from being used like this. "Answer me."I whisper "I'm a slut". He pretends not to hear and pulls my head back harder and I feel it all let go. "I'm a slut!" I say clear and loud. Even more confident now than when I was presenting. "I'm a slut and I want your cock again, please. Please put it back in my mouth"."Good little slut." he says and he holds his cock just out of reach of my greedy mouth. Gripping my hair so I have to struggle with him to latch. I realized she was feeling uncomfortable. So as an ice breaking technique I brought two glasses and started pouring the bear. She objected at first and then agreed. I sliced some apples to have them as sides. She doesn’t drink much. Hence after the drink she felt like vomiting. I took her to the bathroom; she released almost all she had had. I removed her hair clip and let her long hair go loose.She was looking dam beautiful. I helped her clean herself while doing that I touched her boobs many. Eager to experiment more.Something had changed. Not just physically, but mentally. He feltcurious and light spirited. Something that reminded him of themanuscript. The chapter about pixie mentally.He just hoped he could control those feelings. Curiosity and a lack offear might help him for now. Other traits like playfulness or beingdrawn to mischief might be more of a problem.With that sorted out, for now, he concentrated again on the task athand. Again he willed his wings to move. Again he had.