Once again her hand acted as a stop. Her pussy was wet, and very tight. I had slid my cock into a velvet vise. Amara let out a long, low moan as I sli...d into her. God she felt wonderful. Her pussy was well lubricated and used to my size now. I quickly established a rhythm and went to work. Pistoning in and out of her with measured strokes. Thrust for thrust she matched me, our bodies crashing together in a lustful dance. Another orgasm washed over her like a wave. This time she only paused to. Ever."By the time I make the fifteen minute drive home, Alex has called my cell six times and I've realized two things. First, that this Master stuff gives me a rush. A real rush. A maybe-this-isn't-just-for-Alex kinda rush.Second, I just lied; I am so gonna fuck Alex. It's gross, it's sick, it's perverted but I'm gonna do it.The next few days are pretty hard - not the planning where or how ta take Alex or the making Alex suffer parts. Those are easy. The hard part is not letting Alex know how. For me, she was another inspiration.The people in Architecture were always there to support Bill and me, and even Professor Jaffer backed off us for a couple of weeks, then came down hard as he pushed us to heights we’d never even knew existed before Cassie’s death. At the time, I thought he was a fucking asshole slave driver, but in his own way, he was an integral part of the healing process. I still hear from him on occasion, and he still tells me that my work is “adequate, but in need of. "Yeah, I guess we do." Can I have a beer?" Sure, and you can tell me all about it."Three beers later, Skylar had gotten it mostly out of her system. At least enough to stop crying in the meantime. She was also reasonably drunk, so when I got her the fourth beer, I called mom and told her what happened and that I wouldn't let her drive home. Mom agreed and told me to have her stay with me for the night.I handed Skylar the beer and told her she was staying the night. I told her I'd called mom and.