" Very well, ma'am." My, aren't you polite. Come along."She proceeded down the passage. I followed."Ma'am." Yes?" Are you a sage?" A what?"She stopped... and laughed again, another snorting sound. I didn't know why she was laughing at me."A sage, ma'am, if it pleases you?" Ha! Well, I guess I am at that. I teach English – if that pleases you, my dear."I nodded. She had the biggest smile, but she didn't seem mean, fiendish, or grotesque. She just seemed pleased. She stepped forward again."Anyhow,. "No, I want you to eat it. Consider it a command, if you like." Sheepishly, she sat back on her haunches before tearing a bit off and slipping the tiny morsel into her mouth.Feeling strangely pleased. I watched her chew while I gathered my thoughts. "I think we need to talk about last night," I said, watching her lick a bit of cream cheese from her finger. Mindy actually blushed, but she nodded. "I know, Hanky. This is all really confusing, but I was serious about wanting to be yours." Then her. It felt like God had created us for the act. Such was the intensity of our lovemaking that too in a sleeper bus. That day, both of us slept.In the evening she was supposed to attend a relative’s wedding party. I texted her, saying, “You are looking extra gorgeous today,” looking at her photographs. She replied, “You sculpted me yesterday and hence this look.”Now, after the ice-breaker, we were too horny to stay away from each other. Then came the ultimate news of our common friends visiting. "You two over 18?" I ask. "Um, yeah, man," they both nod and say a bit nervously. "Good," I tell them, "and do you really like what you see here?" I ask as my hand shakes your ass cheek for them so they see how hot it is. Their eyes look between me, you, your ass, each other, and the woods all around as they keep inching closer to us. "Uh, yeah, shit man, she's hot," they say to us. "She is hot," I agree with them, "and she's my slut, so she'll do what I say, and I think she wants to.