She managed a passable show of aristocratic distain with most people, but as I learned more about her- and her family- it was less convincing. Sex What’s up?”
“I was hoping you could come by. You know how I detest being called that,” she intoned. From what Michelle has told me, I had always assumed that you were gay, or at least a submissive yourself. Sluts and breeders don’t get clothes here. On your knees, bitch,” I laughed. I slammed forward to bury myself a deeply as I could in her as the first jets of my sperm shot into her. As tempting as it was to pound this little slut, I forced myself to take my time, letting my own orgasm build slowly, savoring the tingle, the tightening of my balls until I could hold back no longer. “It’s cool, dude, really. I didn’t expect you here quite so early. “Oh, little Liza, I do not insinuate, or accuse, or suggest. I also didn’t know what Mike was going to do. I shook my head and pointed at the chairs. Author’s Note: This is part 6 of the ongoing story started in The Camp Slut. I could take over as your Dominant for a while, see how things go. “Stay there, breeder.
