And even if they had, who would they tell about it? Would anyone have really cared to hear?I had never thought of myself as bi, and certainly not as g...ay, but there was no denying how much I enjoyed being with Nick. It was new and exciting; I felt as if a new horizon had opened.At the same time, however, I felt guilty. I had cheated on Vickie, no two ways about it. The fact that we had opened the door to it, in a way, by taking part in a foursome the night before, didn’t really change. We could fuck the same girl. We could even fuck each other.My eyes widened as ideas burned in my head.Cassandra didn’t take long to show up. She was a sixteen-year-old redhead wearing a long skirt. Her futa-dick obviously tented her dress. I didn’t know her at all, she was a year younger than me, but she was so sexy, her green eyes flashing.“Was it her!” Cassandra gasped, rushing up to me and ragging my futa-cock. “Was it Leanan Sidhe?”“Yes,” I grinned. “I got hit in the head with a football. Should you so desire you will be given a plane ticket to where ever you wish, within the U.S., and a ride to the airport. You will have done nothing wrong if you choose to leave us. We are here to see how we might best fit for a long term relationship as Master/slave.”B. “This one rule here is the reason that Beth and I have decided to just be friends. She does not want this freedom. It is her desire to be forced into her slavery. On the other hand she enjoys giving of herself into. I was thinking about putting them into an anthology and submitting it to various publishers. Hey, you never know, I might get lucky. Anyhow, while I was sitting there, editing my works, I overheard this woman tutor talking to some other woman. The tutor in question was Susan, a tall, pleasantly curvy white chick with a nice ass. I always thought she was alright, until I heard the words “ I don’t like the new sexual harassment policies” come out of her mouth. My opinion of her just went down..