*** I almost dropped my bag. Well, in all honesty, I did drop my bag, but had the presence of mind to catch it before my computer inside it was destro...yed by Newton’s Laws. My jaw had no such compunction. It fell and I did not intend to right my gaping mouth. Danielle was naked on our bed. She was propped up on her elbows, her ankles comfortably crossed, giving me the smokiest set of bedroom eyes if ever there was such a thing. I didn’t know it was possible to get hard that quickly. She glanced. My handwriting sucks and what I want to write about is perfectly acceptable by Mom. Well, maybe she doesn’t approve of it, but she knows about Chris already. It isn’t bad. I just met a guy at the Mad-Dogs [nickname] party last night and gave him my number. Then he actually called me. Jane [my older sister] was the reason the call was explained to my parents. I don’t know what I would have done without her. First, she caught me flirting. Then she figured it out. She now calls me a “Playah.”. I glanced over and saw Anna looking up at me shyly."Yes?" Are we going back to your place?" She asked with more than a hint of hope in her eyes."That was my plan. Why?" I was unsure how to play this. She'd invoked 'sir' but I really didn't want to 'force' her to stay if she needed some time alone. Balancing my dom act with my long practiced doormat persona was going to be a challenge."Um ... this slave would humbly ask if you could spend the rest of the weekend as Sir..." She faded out, not. Ali was so excited and amazed he had his hand on the top of the bed in excitement and was moaning like a young virgin girl. The taste of sperm from a circumcised Muslim dick seemed so wrong and taboo and therefore very very tasty. I kept on sucking him so that he got hard again and could ram his dick in my pussy and make me scream like a bitch while Ali was hard again, the security guard cummed inside me and fell on my back and started to kiss my back and neck. When Ali noticed that his friend.