If you are under 18 or offended by Lesbian sexual material, don’t say I didn’t warn you. ([email protected]) SLUT 4 U by Sinistra Part I Darius walked up to the common room doors, his heart in his mouth, clutching a small brick phone. He could have used any phone, but this was cheap and somewhat archaic, and he enjoyed the feeling of punching in the keys. It felt more powerful. As he entered, he scanned the room for Isabelle. He’d got her number of a mutual friend over a week ago, because he’d never had the courage to strike up a rapport with her and get it himself. He caught a glimpse of her through the crowd japanese of students. She was wearing a buttoned white blouse and a grey knee-length skirt. Her warm, tanned skin shone, and her face was framed with long locks of rich brunette hair which fanned behind her gorgeous face. Darius had never had much success with other girls of his age. He had never enjoyed being the centre of attention, and tended to work, eat, and relax by himself. He had never bothered to make friends with girls, nor had he wanted to. Despite his lack of a social life, he thought that only the women who would lie at his feet and beg for his companionship were chinese the only ones worth appreciating. Of course there were no queues of women lining up to do this, so he slowly harboured a resentment for the opposite sex. Why should I lust after these people - who, through no merit of their own, inspire affection and desire - when they don’t give a shit about me? He wasn’t prepared to be humiliated, rejected, or appear weak in front of anyone. However - he could do nothing to help his desires. He had to take matters into his own hands. He checked his phone for the final time - SLUT 4 DARIUS read the message. He had paid some guy on the dark web to attach a widget to his message, £10 per character, creating a hypnotic frequency designed to make the recipient unable to resist the command, but completely forget the message afterwards. Darius was no expert in computing or neuroscience, but he had been assured of its functionality. He hit send and stuffed it back in his pocket. As he navigated the sea of students, he quickly spotted her face among the crowd. She was standing in a small crowd, talking to some of her friends. They eyed him closely as he approached, but he refused to be intimidated. 'Hi Isabelle, did you get Miss Williamson’s email?' he asked. He helped me to clasp the hook from my back and adjusted my boobs with his hand to settle it properly inside it. Gustav had her panties down while also undoing her skirt and japanese letting it drop to the floor. I went and sat next to the window and he came and sat next to me. We exchanged a few pleasantries then all of a sudden I came out with, She whimpered and arced her eyebrows in dread, more and more as he positioned his head between her lips and slid inside. Then they settled their focus on the nipples. yes yes oh fucking my fucking god hell yeah!” All made up. She felt like she was in a maze. It is why you unload it all on me now.” chinese He brought me into a weak embrace, “Can’t you see what this isolation has done to you? “Yes Master, I’ll be there 7:30 sharp!” We can love each other. “Daddy, do we know if anything happened during the Christmas party?” Beatrice asked. She leans slightly into me, pressing her butt into my Lesbian crotch… Oh, fuck! “You disagree with his choice, sir?” I asked, confused. Off-balanced without all that bulk? All I had to do was manage a shift of 5 hours every weekday, and full days on Saturday and Sunday. He reached hesitantly for one of my breasts before dropping his hand back down. “Don’t you daddy?” She asked me. She reluctantly tells them that it looks like I made a good match. I’m going to drive him and Adam crazy.” I’m sorry baby. He blinked his eyes and said," Why didn't ever tell me you wanted to fuck our Son?" I collected them, wore them quietly and then came out of the changing room.