" "Is your pussy wet now?" I heard her soft gasp. "Yes! It's wet." "Tell me. Tell me your pussy is wet. Use the words, just like if we were cybering."... "Ohhh...my pussy...is wet..." she moaned over the phone. "Good girl. Now slip off those wet panties and we'll get down to business." Hearing her heavy breathing and soft mewling, I felt my cock begin to grow hard. "I don't want ignore your beautiful tits either Julie. Are your nipples growing hard?" Julie's breath grew more ragged. "Reach up and. I had told her last night that she would not be my girlfriend, not my lover, but would be my property, my cumslut, and she had agreed to being just that. While I watched her sleep a thought crossed my mind that caused my cock to jump. Could I do it? Would she do it? Was she really mine to do with as I wanted? I eased out of bed and walked into the front room of the suite and placed my call. I called the room two down from us, and after I confirmed it was the guys who had watched us fuck on the. “While I’m glad you waited until you got over your awkward stage, that awkward stage ended a long time ago.” “I, uh, didn’t realize …” “That’s because you’re a stupid boy, who’s been convinced that because I didn’t want to make out with you five years ago, means that I still don’t want to make out with you when you look like a man.” “Well — “ “I do like the initiation you finally showed.” She was right up against the bed now, towering over him: her soft but flat stomach, her dark hair. " Something like that," Tyler said. He sipped his tea, then looked downat the teacup afterward. His lips had left a faint pink smudge on thewhite china. "There are worse places to be." Like Mars." Like Mars," Tyler said. Then, in an attempt to be clever, "or Greece."Connie looked back at Tyler shiftily. "And now she's prodding me for myown life story. That's a bit advanced for the first date, don't youthink?" Oh, I don't know. About as advanced as making out in an elevator." Let me ask you.