“Panties stay on for now,” Claire snapped. I pulled my cream coloured panties back up, wet spot on the front obvious as I stood there, unsure of w...hat to do. Claire flipped through Netflix, drinking her beer, ignoring me. Finally, as she started some stupid TV show I made to sit again, only for Claire to finish her beer and hand me the empty can. “Another,” was all she said. I took her can and tossed it into the mostly empty recycling bin, finishing my own beer as well. I grabbed another two. “Yes, I was talking about ‘Invisible’ but Travis was more of ... an inspiration ... for ‘Golden Boy’ than the subject. I wrote ‘Game of Chance’ about ... someone else.”Sarah nodded. I suspected she knew the person in question even if I had no clue.“When I sit down to write, I take a lot of experiences and combine them,” Liz clarified. “The reason I say ‘Golden Boy’ isn’t about anyone in particular is because I drew on my feelings. I started to think about how fleeting fame can be when I learned. He wanted me naked I am a weakling for Thick Dick. He told me he wanted me to judge his dick with my hands. I told him NO. I don't want to hold touch or kiss his .....thats when he pulled it out. IT WAS THICK about 9 inches and with a small curve. It stood straight. I said you want me to JUDGE What? Every direction his hard dick went so did my eyes. He watched me and he started to tease me. He grabbed it and stroked it very very close to my face. I stuck out my tongue and he put the. ’ Master owns the body and He can do whatever He wants, whenever He wants, and in whatever way He wants, with it. That last part ‘in whatever way He wants’ was more that a little scary as it immediately brought up the question of ANAL. Slut had never had that type of intercourse and had no desire to every try. Master explained that it would be simply impossible to have a Master/sub relationship if sub acted like the sub controlled access in anyway. So there it was, the slut had to agree to be.