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It felt strange to think of being apart from him even for a day amateur indian or two, like she was going to miss him. A peculiar feeling she was going to have to take a little time to wrap her head around. “So….” She began, breaking what she felt had suddenly become an awkward silence. “…have time for a quick one to tide you over? I’d hate for you to forget about me while you’re away.” “If only I could fit yeh in my carry-on.” He paused to look at her petite slender frame and mused as if seriously considering it. “Ach lass, don’ tempt me. I have a cab waiting, I literally do nae have spanking the time or ah risk missing my flight.” Snapping his fingers impatiently he scanned the room for something then haphazardly stuffed some socks and underpants and a spare tie on top of his clothes, then zipped the case up, grabbed a suit bag off the hanger in his open wardrobe, then with a quick peck on her cheek he bolted out the door. Tegan felt deflated. After initially not liking his brutishness she had grown accustomed to the way he treated her and controlled her, and she felt a weird weight across her shoulders and tightness in her chest. Was this some kind of Stockholm syndrome? Did she genuinely like Angus or had he manipulated her into thinking she did? Maybe she was looking too far into it but she couldn’t explain away the gnawing tension that grew inside her when she watched him leave, despite knowing he was going to be gone for all of a day! He’d be back between her thighs before she even noticed he was gone! She balled her hands into teen fists and left Angus’ room, pacing out her irritating back and forth across the living room. Maybe she was just feeling antsy because for the next twenty four hours or so, Sam was going to have her all to himself – with Angus gone and Brandon pursuing a girlfriend, Sam would have no competition and her stomach flopped as she wondered what that might mean for her. When Sam did arrive home she turned to greet him with a warm smile and rushed over to affectionately embrace him around the shoulders as he set down his bag by the door and pulled her close by the hips. She couldn’t help but notice he deliberately ground his crotch against her belly as he pulled her in and kissed her lightly on the lips, and she pressed against him, trying to drag out the kiss until Sam perhaps lost interest in any potentially awkward conversations. However, Sam broke off the kiss and gently pushed her back before picking up his bag and proceeding to his room. “I’d love to fool around but I need to get myself and the house presentable, I’m having some company tonight.” Sam drawled. “Guests? Here?” Tegan glanced around. The house was tidy – she’d seen to that in her free time during the day. She followed him to his room so they weren’t shouting their conversation across the house. “Yeah, me and some buddies are getting together for a poker night.” “Poker? Since when do you have poker nights?” Tegan lingered in the doorway of Sam’s room as he got undressed and grabbed his towel, headed for the bathroom to shower. “Usually my mate Jayden hosts, but his place is being renovated. I told him we could use this place.” Sam stepped into the shower and turned the water on, his attention focused on adjusting the water temperature before he turned back to Tegan who had followed him across the hall. “I assumed that it wouldn’t be a big deal.” “I guess it isn’t.” Tegan said, feeling disoriented. “Angus is out of ass town tonight.” She noted. “He texted me.” Sam acknowledges as he turned on the shower and adjusted it before stepping under the water. “But I’d already cleared poker night with him and Brandon anyway.” “Oh.” Tegan wondered why she didn’t get consulted. Didn’t she count as a member of the household anymore? “Is there anything we need to do to get organized?” “Nah.” Sam said as he scrubbed himself “I’ve got a card table and some snacks and beer in my truck, I’ll get that all set up once I’m done here.” “Oh. Well, I’ll go hang out in my room I guess.” Tegan said uncertainly. “Well…” Sam interjected, a sly note in his voice. “I’m not Michelle! He replied back that he was happy for her and that she indian should take this break. George now rolled a silver coffin into the room. She knew how teen old I was but she seemed eager to get me drunk and “climb you like a pole” as she put it. Through her tears, she was murmuring something spanking in Japanese. I amateur opened my eyes to check. We can stop now, or you can beg to have all of us fuck you. I just wanna enjoy us being together...in my bed...butt-naked...coupled-up...and 'doing the dirty deed.'" I had popped the top, so they each took long pulls on the can then smiled in appreciation. She knew? I held nothing back, giving her the deep-dicking of her life. “Yesssssss,” she hisses, “demean me, degrade me.” Now all he could think about was this adolescent ass beauty wanting to use his hardness as her personal play toy.