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We continue our little tour. “Dude, are you crazy? We’ve got to go to that party, man? Those chicks were smoking hot!” Frank says. “Obviously we’re going,” I tell him. “Man, fetish he’s just playing with them. He had them eating out of his hand,” Jeremiah says. “Didn’t know you were a mini-celebrity.” “Neither did I,” I laugh. “So you weren’t kidding when you said you like to drive cars,” he adds. “I’ve been in my share of races. Nothing legit though. They’ve all been on the down-low.” “Wait, you’re asian Senator Miller’s son, right? The one from Texas?” Leo asks. “Unfortunately, yes.” “Isn’t he a pretty conservative Republican?” Jeremiah asks. “Yep…” “Do you share the same views?” he asks. “I could give two shits about politics,” I admit. “Aren’t you getting a law degree to become a lawyer and one day take a seat in the Senate?” Leo asks. “That’s what I tell my dad,” I laugh. “But… There’s no way in hell I’m doing that. As I said, I’m going to learn everything there is about the mechanics of machines so I can build the cars that I drive. I just have to make my dad believe I’m doing what he wants long enough to get what I want.” “So I take it he’s paying Brunette for everything?” Jeremiah asks. “Not everything. My dad was pissed when I told him I’m going to UCLA. He said he wasn’t going to pay for it. I got into this school on a full ride academic scholarship. I convinced him that I’ll get my undergrad here and transfer to a school of his choosing for my law degree.” “So you’re basically hoodwinking your dad,” Jeremiah says. “Yeah, pretty much.” I hear my stomach growl. “You japanese guys want to get something to eat?” “Yeah, I’m starving!” Frank says. The cafeteria was jam-packed full of different places to eat. I just got a salad. Yippie. God, I hate dieting. As I pick at my pile of leaves, Jeremiah and Frank head on over to the table. Of course, they both have plates full of food. Pay attention, Harvey. After a few minutes of me thrusting back and forth, she seemed to have lost her fight and just lay her face on the bed, tears streaming out and constant sobbing. Her tangy scent filled my nose. We recorded most of these adventures so I speak from what I can see Brunette even now. Her orgasmic cries were so familiar to me. I glanced japanese at my sister, seeing her face twisting in rapture. by the way... while your hear work those hands sweetheart, 'cause I'm going to feel a little different inside you..." It was me who was turned on still thinking about the bag that was under me. That bag containing a piece of fabric that was Danielle’s. Man I felt pathetic. “Dolly, look at me!” She tipped her head up a little and made wide eye contact with me. That’s all it took. It was longer and thinker than the few I’d dealt with so far, but not so much as to be a problem. She wouldn’t even tell Todd of the asian conversations in the fear that he would either get mad at Kelly and Sammy or that he might enjoy the idea and ask her to try. She'd suck it.... To my right there was an empty desk with an ipad on it. She would give me an occasional blowjob and I would lick her vagina. Her skirt was over her knees. By the time I'm finished, you'll do anything I desire. Then being the fuckin gentleman that fetish he is, he helps the teenage girl up out of the cum and piss puddles she’s been kneeling for the past ten minutes and on to her feet. No, not that. I didn't know what else to do.