”“I don’t think Bec’s actually giving you the silent treatment,” said Sam. I could feel him leaning up against me slightly so that he could ...talk around me to Leroy.“She’s just not talking right now. She does that sometimes – when she’s upset or freaked out about something or pissed off or feeling arty or a mixture of those. Right now, I think she’s feeling arty.”“How do you know?” asked Leroy.“Look at her plate,” said Sam.They both looked down at my plate. I’d created a kind of floral pattern. I casually strolled past him just close enough for him to smell my perfume and I sat right in front of his desk. He was trying, with difficulty, to maintain his composure as he hungrily eyed my wanton body. I tossed my hair from my face to carefully reveal more of my firm breasts and asked him if he would mind giving me some extra time after class. He mumbled an affirmative reply and with that the other students arrived. All through the lecture I teased him, uncrossing my legs so that he could. 2)To attend to his whims and desires offering him everything without interfering with his need to guide, teach and train me in the ways of pleasure. You have my word!3) To offer my master the use of my mouth , to kiss, lick , nibble, slide his cock into, fuck , or use for any pleasures he chooses ……. Oh yes!! For whatever you choose, I am your fuck toy! And if it pleases my master those same lips and tongue will devote themselves to his pleasure by licking his entire body Yes, bathing his balls. As I entered farther into the house I pulled up my bra to cover more of my ample yet tight 36C breasts. I was wearing a very low cut tank, and a loose bra. My skirt barely skimmed the top of my thighs, and just hearing the moan of hundreds of gyrating teenagers caused my nipples to harden into erect points. My long blonde hair hung loose and wavy about my head. The lights in the house were dimmed, and I could just make out couples kissing and rubbing violently against one another. Suddenly, a.