And she'll play with you, too. Sven will share you.”“But...” she whimpered, her hips wiggling as I fingered her asshole. “It's the only way yo...u'll be with him,” I told her. “He fucks lots of women. But if you're his sex slave, he'll have to take care of you. He'll have to love you. And you'll be with him, making him happy.” I hesitated, slipping a second finger into her asshole. Her face twisted with pleasure as I pressed on, “Don't you want to make him happy?”“So much, Zanyia,” she said, voice. Anything I wanted I got. How could I turn out any other way?" So it's my fault you cheated on Barry? I thought it was his fault. Make up your mind. You know, you've become the American ideal. You have no responsibility for anything you do. It's always somebody else's fault."Why did everybody have to give me such a hard time? They made me selfish. You'd think she would understand. "You always take his side. Why can't you support me for a change?" You come and tell me he cheated on you and I'll. . . silky soft, warm, young, and so yielding. My tongue slipped between her lips, and slid along her clitoral hood. I squeezed my shaft hard for a moment, as I tongued her clitoris and then slipped down further to probe at that moist indent, so delicious, lightly flavored, with the barest hint of musk, and pure teen pussy.Thoroughly aroused . . . I drove my tongue deep inside her, turning my head slightly to allow the depth to increase even more. Her shaking hands held my head as I thrust with. " I said a minute later. I rolled off Joey and laid on my back staring up into the trees. After about ten minutes of silence, I found myself really tired of the platform, and a little tired of Joey too. He had rolled over and had been waiting for me to speak. He finally couldn't wait any longer, so he asked me, "Tim, what exactly can you do? I mean, can you read minds? Can you make things move?" He paused, then said real soft, "Have you.. done something to me?" I looked at him in surprise..