If he wouldn’t touch her and kiss her like she needed, she should be able to find someone else who would, right? She left the room and got her coat ...and gloves from the hallway closet. She had to get the car dusted off, and warmed for the drive. He wouldn’t have time to do that, and get ready for work. Not even if that was something he would have done, which, it wasn’t. He met her outside, as she was finishing up. As she drove him to work, she was careful and mindful of the traffic and roads.. Her breath was coming in shallow rapid gasps as I drew a wet line from her belly button up her belly to just below the rib cage. I could feel her hands rubbing her breasts as my head touched them. My forehead was wet with her sweat and I rubbed each in turn as she moved her hands away and put them on my shoulders. I kissed the soft underside of one as I brushed my cheek against it and dragged my face across it. My lips barely touching her hardened nipples as I brushed over the side and to the. She could feel his erection as it rubbed against her vagina floating in a pool of wet. He wrapped what little of her hair he had around his wrist and thrust in hard. He groaned as his hard penis filled every wet inch of her. He started to grind and move a bit seeing how deep he could get it while growling a bit in her right ear. “Shall I continue?” Sir asked. Slave didn’t hesitate to respond, begging for it with raw desire spilling out all over her. He kept her head pulled up and asked. I was open with my sexuality around school. I didnt flaunt it but I didnt seek to hide it. Ill be honest. I was always pretty distant from the ideal of masculinity so I was picked on by some of the older guys but it was mostly Hey fag. Nobody dared make it physical. That was, until somebody did. It was just after first block on a Tuesday when it happened. I didnt even know who he was at the time. He was a year older than me and took my gayness as an affront to his, apparently very thin-skinned,.