The problem was that she was inclined to call at odd times during the day or night, and she always expected me to be there to take her call. Uh-oh, th...t meant that I had to move into a room at the library so that I would be available, even if I had gone to bed.After three weeks of this, I was bored right out of my skull. I was stuck in that damned office and not able to leave except to empty my bladder or bowel. Even my food was delivered to me so that I would be available if the queen wanted. I’m a somewhat clueless girl who’s trying to find her way through a morass of feelings, longings, and pubescence and love and sex and friendship and girls and boys and ... and ... incredible dads and ... this one, incredible boy who I’ve liked since I met him on the first day of 1st grade and could never figure out why he was so shy, so hard to talk to, despite that when I could get him to talk, he was obviously so smart, and so funny and I’d just about given up on that boy when, one day, he. "I want to bugger you. Sorry, that's a silly way to say it... I want to fuck you in the arse with a dildo. Apparently it's even more fun for blokes than girls, and I love it! So, will you let me?" "Of course," I replied, obviously to her surprise. I explained my bisexuality, and she seemed pleased. Returning to her bag she pulled out a big strap-on flesh-coloured dildo, which she buckled on, and a tube of KY jelly. She came towards me, the seven or eight inches of nearly two inch thick pink. “ Beg for me to eat it, bitch”“Please, Please, Please keep eating it , you’re making my whole body feel good . She yelledI dove back in for what seem like hours, but only about 3 more minutes passed when I heard.“I’m cumming don’t stop”I kept on and then got the idea to stick in a finger. She tensed up and let out a gush of cum on my face . I ate as much as I could and kept on fingering her. She started to grind on my face and came again. She tried to pull away but I had her hooked with my.