My head is jerked back roughly. I can feel my braid being tied to the slats of the chair, keeping my head back and my neck exposed. A hand around my n...eck, squeezing lightly, lips on mine. He is moving away now, not touching me. “Such a lovely pink she turns, don’t you think?” “Oh yes, I told you she did.” I have never been used like this. My owner has only spanked me lightly and always alone. I swallow hard and gasp as a hand reaches out and tugs on the nipple sucker. I feel hands on my thighs. She gives me a once-over, lingering on my exposed cleavage and then she almost smirks at me and tells me to enjoy myself. I step through another doorway into a multitude of pulsing lights and writhing bodies, and the music is so sensual that I find myself almost involuntarily moving to it. I make my way through the crowd to an empty table in the corner, my hips swaying of their own accord. The velvet covered chair is a welcome change from the simple wooden ones most often found in bars; of. He also shares my hair colour, though he keeps his hair cut fairly short. We drive silently to the house, he pulls up the drive and practically jumps out of the car, slamming the door on his way. I gulp and slowly get out of the car, trying my best not to stumble and give away how drunk I am. Unfortunately I slam into the door jam, and he turns to glare at me. "I'm sorry Daddy" I mumble, trying to give him my best puppy dog eyes, hoping to soften him up a bit. It doesn't work. He growls at me. Her laugh is sweet, and it makes you feel warm inside. And every morning when you leave your room to take a shower, you seem to always pass her in the hall as she's returning from her own, wearing only her towel, greeting you excitedly and awkwardly. It certainly makes you wonder.Sara, on the other hand, has curves. Not to say that Emma's body is undesirable, her petite frame is lovely, but when the two roommates stand next to each other, it's easy to tell who would traditionally get the most.