Then I stopped for a moment Then I waited till she finishes her bath. On that day I masturbated 3 times imagining her and waiting to see her again Nex...t day again I saw her nude taking bath and masturbated. It was becoming the daily routine of my lifeOne day I woke up early in the morning and saw her again in the bathroom. She was dancing without any clothes, and I was getting an instant hard on. Her moves were killing me. The boobs were bouncing and her ass was swinging and I was going crazy.I. I reached up a little to far and touch her panties over her pussy and she jumped big time.Her eyes popped open and she pulled her legs up. She got off the couch and headed to the kitchen while returning with a fresh beer. Before she sat down she brought the footstool in front of the couch. She left it like fourteen inches away from the couch as she sat down.Then she asked me if I would sit on the floor in-between her legs and rub them for her while she had her feet on the footstool. As I got. " she whimpered."Please what, whore? What do you want?" Emmmm...I want...to cum." she whined."Only a whore can cum on a stranger's fingers. Are you a whore?" I teased further.She said no but her ass kept grinding on my fingers. Her pussy clenched relentlessly around my fingers, as if it was begging for more."Come on. You can say it. Say 'I'm a whore' and you can cum all you want." I goaded. All new slaves needed a little encouragement to get them going. Needed a little 'yeah, it's normal to. But, being a middle-class person, I’ve concentrated on my studies and was doing well just then I got a WhatsApp message quoted “Hey viggy, I’m so sorry. I actually love you but I’m not in love with you. I want you to be there for me every time. You’re the best thing that happened to me in this college. I want you to be normal with me. Please, be the kind of viggy I know…. Not some random person.” I melted down.Again we were back to being best friends. Time flew so fast that it was already my.