Dad ... I met a blue chick and we're gonna get married."Duh! That wasn't gonna go too far. I'd probably get my ass grounded for a week and it was bad ...enough I couldn't even get a car until I got a job. If I got married? Oh man! I'd really need a job then and there wasn't any way I was gonna flip burgers my whole life. I don't care how hot the girl is.I suppose I coulda knocked her up though. I mean, I did cum inside her and everything, but that wasn't my fault. She was like squeezing my dick. You look like the hottest slut around. How about me?’ ‘Ceely, you look pretty slutty yourself. Now let me help you feel slutty.’ Camaire sprinkled sparkly powder on Celia’s breasts. Then, she reached for her perfume bottle. She dabbed perfume on Celia’s wrists, behind her ears, and… ‘Trust me on this one. Lean back against that dresser and open your legs.’ Celia gave Camaire an excited and curious look and did what she was told. ‘I’m not wearing any panties or thong tonight.’ It was. Humiliation was the base concept that our so called "relationship" has been found on. But this was beyond any humiliation he subjected me to. In the past, he had talked his friends while I was sucking his dick and told that a cheap whore was sucking his dick. But this was something completely different. It crossed a critical line. He was including somebody for the first time ever. It could be a really disastrous thing for me, considering the nature of our relationship. It was probably the. "You were always a very pretty girl," said Demure, whose smile steadily deepened as her fingers delved deeper between Glade's inner thighs.Glade placed a steadying hand on Demure's. "Tell me about Quagga. What happened to her?" The slave who accompanied me when I fled the village... ?"Glade nodded. "She was my friend..."Demure pressed her other hand over Glade's and gazed into her eyes with a sympathetic earnestness that seemed almost genuine. "Then I'm sorry to have to tell you this..." Demure.