She stopped in the doorway as ordered and waits. “From this moment forward, your body is mine.” He explained as he locked the door. “Yes master....” She replied. “What is your whole reason for being slave?” He asked. “Too please you master.” “And what purpose does your body serve?” “To be your cum dumpster master.” She replied. “Good girl. Now, do slaves wear clothes?” He asked. “Only if they please master.” “That’s my good little slut. Your dress no longer pleases me.” He said. Without further. She became a star small forward on her high school team and even wanted to try out for the boys team. She believed she was as good or better as most of the guys on the team. She graduated high school in the top five percent of her class and she’d received scholarship offers from several major women’s college basketball powers. David could be overprotective of Erica at times. Sometimes it caused friction, but Erica believed that David thought of her as the daughter he’d never had. Lustful. I mean, it makes me want to, y'know, make something of myself, so that when I'm ready to propose to her, I don't feel like I'm bringing nothing to the table. But does it bother me? Hell, no! In my experience, Pop, people with money are pretty much happy folks. I mean, why the hell wouldn't they be?" Sometimes, money can't buy happiness," Paul Sr. said, profoundly."I know. And I know that's true. But just as a general rule, being financially secure takes folks a long way toward having a good. Kevin wasn’t wearing a shirt and he felt an automatic surge as her full, soft breasts (warm from the sun and separated only by a thin strip of material) pressed firmly into his flesh. His brain flashed immediately back to the morning after prom when Rachel had inexplicably pushed her body into his and kissed him for the first and only time. He swallowed hard and forced himself to pull back from the hug before it ran too awkwardly long. He was trying so hard to move past his feelings and see her.