1. Like Pieces of a Jigsaw Puzzle--Part 2


    Date: 10/13/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Domination/submission, Oral Sex, Romance, Slavery, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 90.3, Source: sexstories.com

    many, including my parents, who insisted on confession before communion, but I thought the idea silly. Most confessions—mine anyway—involved confessing so-called sins that I had no intention of stopping. I’d probably masturbate until the day I died although now I had Henry to do it for me--hmmmm, what a delicious thought. After Mass I drove to Henry’s dorm for the remainder of his belongings. I almost laughed when I saw his roommates lying half-naked in bed. The bigger one—the one who had tried his hand at me last night—had red blotches all over his face. Pepper spray can do that to you. Henry started with his desktop, something I doubted he’d use too much, but we took it anyway. Next were the remaining clothes in his closet and finally were the clothes in his drawers. I cleaned out his desk, a satisfied smirk on my face while Henry carried everything down to the car. I couldn’t help myself; I just had to rub it into the faces of these jerks. Lifting my skirt, I pulled my panties to the side. “Take a good look, assholes. This is as close as you’ll ever get while Henry will be getting it every single day.” I laughed and walked out, the brown paper bag full of Henry’s supplies in my hand. Henry remembered to open my door and would have run ahead to get the apartment door had I not stopped him. I carried in the supermarket bag while Henry carried everything else. We were done less than an hour later, just before 11:00. Handing Henry my smart phone I told him to phone his ...
    mother. He needed to check on arrangements for Thanksgiving among other things. The call was short—too short in my opinion and Henry was really down when it ended. He sat between my open legs and I could see a tear in his eyes. “She doesn’t want me to come home over the weekend—said it would be ‘inconvenient.’” “Okay, Henry—you’ll have to come home with me.” I took the phone and speed-dialed my dad. “Hi, Daddy—how are you?” (“I’m good, Pumpkin; how’s school?”) “It’s great and it recently got even better.” (“Oh?”) “Yeah, I’ll explain when I see you Wednesday. I’m bringing someone home with me. He can sleep on the floor in my room.” (“A boy? I don’t think your mother will object, but wouldn’t he be more comfortable in one of the other rooms?”) “I’m sure he would, Daddy, but it will be the floor for him. That’s where he’s sleeping now…at the foot of my bed.” (“Oh!”) “Daddy, it’s complicated so I’d like to hold off on explaining until we get there. Okay?” (“Sure, what time do you expect to arrive?”) “I’m sure it will be sometime mid-afternoon. I think Henry can drive so if we split the driving I won’t have to stop and rest. Hold on, Daddy—Henry’s nodding so he will drive at least part of the way. I need to go now. Bye…see you soon.” I ended the call. “Okay, I guess you heard. We’ll leave sometime Wednesday morning, probably early. I’ll have to explain a few things to my parents, but that’s my responsibility.” I spent the rest of the morning teaching Henry how to dust and vacuum. He did ...
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