’ Lydia knew this wasn’t good, the voice was Leah’s. They were great friends, but hadn’t seen each other in a long time, she also knew her fri...end was having a very hard time now a days. ‘Everything after that party has been so messed up. You moved away for college (granted its only a thirty minute drive), we’ve grown apart, and I’ve been left here. My parents divorced, mom staid and I staid, she remarried, and I was molested. Like I said a lot has happened in just one year.’ Lydia knew about. I told him I was going to fuck him with that dildo as his punishment and he replies “but sir it’s so big.”“I know. We’ll take it slow. I don’t want to hurt my slave too much. But once I can get a cucumber up your hole or four fingers, I’m sure we can get the head in.” “Yes sir. I know I deserve it.”Later that night I message him and say, “don’t jerk off. If you want to cum you have to ask permission first, from now on.” “Yes sir.” I didn’t know this kid’s name and had only messaged him for 18. Kirsten spotted a few inches of water in the dish by Communications and her heart leapt. She went to the dish and got on her knees, placing her hands on either side of the bowl as they'd been instructed to do at the training brunch. Her bare nipples brushed the floor, and she could feel the tiny particles of dust. She lowered her face to the bowl and began lapping. The room temperature tap water was stale and tasted faintly of the sweat and spit of other girls, but she was too thirsty to. Did I also mention Tara was lightning fast on the comebacks? 'So how's Bill, is he still secretly gay? Does he appreciate you?''No and Yes, thank you very much. Now get out of here before the lights go out and you try and feel me up.'I pretended a hurt expression, 'Tara, you know you would be the one with your hands down my pants.'I opened up a Bud for the drive home and tried for a hug but she avoided me easily. 'Goodnight, Hunter. And you still smell of sex.''The price one pays for good.