Gabe slapped him on the arm and muttered ‘shut up!’ …k**s. ‘aw, thank you gabe, i run a lot, gotta stay in shape!’ i sat down and gave gabe ...a nice, big smile. by then, the wine was working and i did not blush, i sat back, crossed my legs and let my robe fly open a bit. they took my legs in, poured more wine and started talking about a girl they both had dated, fun, hot stories… the room was getting steamy, i could feel my pussy getting wet. they started talking about details, what a great ass. And, it was getting expensive. Wendell was only a millionaire on paper, and this kind of cash and credit card spending spree was going to make a real dent if he wasn’t careful.Maybe if he saw a ther****t. Maybe he could find some kind of sex-fetish Paxil that could cure him of his sick desires. Sick desires? Wanting to bury your face into a teenaged pussy was a sick desire? How about the things you were putting up with to be able to bury your face in the teenaged pussy? The money it was. I just nodded and kept my mouth shut.They finally let us go, late by half an hour. I grabbed my phone and called Steph right away."Mikey, where are you?" she asked in a huff."Sorry Princess, I just got out of practice, I'll be there in about twenty," I told her. "Just stay in the lobby." Alright, but you owe me," she said before hanging up.I got undressed, showered and dressed in record time before heading out to my car. I drove up to the main campus and parked as close as I could to her dorm.. She loved the way her hair billowed out behind her as she ran. And she loved the way the full, firm breasts bobbed and swayed as she moved.On Heather’s second day of captivity, Jane had instructed Faith to shave the new slavegirl. Faith had done that in the morning before sending her out to meet the twins in the barn. Faith even thought that Heather’s sex was beautiful. It easily opened into a delicate flower with dewy petals and a coral pink nubbin at the top. Jane had also instructed Faith to.