I make my way to the bathroom and straightened up my hair. There was a little bit of cum left on my cheek. I slid my finger and brush it up. I carefully looked it over before I slid my finger between my lips and use my tongue to lick it clean. The taste giving head of her cum really wasn’t all that bad, once you get use to it. I made my way back to the kitchen to find Amanda had already filled up a plate with eggs and sausage. She pauses and looks up at me. What I would give to know what’s going on inside of her head. I gagging have no clue what to say to break the silence. “I uh… did you want any toast?” “I’m fine…” she continues to eat. The room cum in her mouth fills with awkward silence. I grab a plate of breakfast and sit across from her. “Uh… did you want to talk about earlier? You were having a nightmare,” I ask hesitantly. She slowly looks up at me with a look that was a mixture of fear and anger. “Look, whatever ya heard earlier is none of your business, understood?” The little bit of fear that was in her expression was quickly gone, completely replaced with anger. “Don’t get too familiar, got it? We are not friends, nor are we lovers. You’re nothing more than a tight hole to shove my cock in. Is that clear?” She couldn’t possibly mean that? I mean… could she? Is that all she sees me as? I could feel the tears starting build up. I’m just nothing more than a fuck toy to her!? I quickly got up and left the room. After all she’s done to me and tit fuck put me through… What is wrong with her? I wipe straight my tears away as I enter my room. Can one person really be that cruel? I refuse to believe that. What happened to her to make her this broken? Meaning she will definetly not be trying to fuck me when she gets back The Institute was only supposed to go to the individuals chosen by their dead guru, cum in her mouth straight Dr. Blavatsky. This made Michael happy because that type of relationship did lead to more and more is what Michael wanted eventually. Brooke’s match was at 4:00, so we set dinner for 7:30, to give time for overtime and to give Brooke and her roommate time to shower and change. Needless to say that as soon as my right arm stretched to hit the ball my boob popped-out again. “You're my bitch now, aren't you? She felt warm, and seemed to naturally fit to the shape of herself through her panties, giving head with a finger on either side and then her middle finger settled across that slightly puffy groove, barely perceptible through the fabric. The pleasure surged up my cock to the tip. I remember i just lost touch with reality , all i focued on was that delicious cock in my mouth , tit fuck suddenly i am waken to the fact that i am covered in sticky milk:) Sold to the woman in black.” She really was a stunning woman, no more so than my wife, but she was something different, and I relished the time to look upon her. You going to be around tomorrow morning?” The gagging more i did it, the more i liked it and i was accelerating the pace. I knew what I needs must do.