It being the first time andall. I hope my slut has learned a little. Let me review some of theimportant things."I waited for her summary. Listening... intent to make sure that Iunderstood the rules correctly."Sluts are here to be fucked. They do not have feelings. They don'tthink. They will never reject a chance to be fucked. If there iseven a hint of being fucked, they will be excited. If they are not,they will come right back to this chair and get a reminder."I knew that I did not want. My hands slid up and down his chest, my chest pressed into his back as he leaned into me. My hands slid lower with the water that ran down our bodies. His crotch, within my reach. “You’re a good roomie,” he panted and turned to kiss me right as I wrapped my fingers around his semi-erect shaft.I laughed as I continued to stroke him, using soap as a lubricant. He moaned softly, and after a minute or so I let go, just to stand in the warm stream of water together. Shutting it off, I handed him a. Since I was already at her feet I started there and worked up her legs. I didn’t’ spend too much time there before I got to her thighs. Starting at her knees and moving on the inside of her thighs my hands alternated little circles, moving her skin from the sheet to the top of her thigh as I moved closer to her groin. Each stroke got slower and deeper. Then as I got into the depth of her groin I pulled her thigh outwards so I could get down deep into the crevice of her thigh where it meets her. My recent breakup had left me crippled, emotionally and physically I was starved. After two years of dedication I was deemed “boring” and broken up with before I left for school. I was angry, livid with rage. I threw myself into the gym, worked out constantly, ate only vegetables and protein shakes until my hard work began to show, losing my precious thigh dimples and muffin top. I was strong, finally. I was broken, but beat the shit out of him mentally instead of destroying myself. I wanted.