I blinked and sighed in relief.

“Yeah, exactly," I stated firmly.

“Alice and I talked about it too. I mean, I'm sorry for not discussing it with you first. I didn't mean... I mean I didn't realize... I..." I sighed.

“I have no real excuse. I should've just said something right from the start instead of kicking you out of the house on Saturday."

Sam's eyes narrowed.

“Or just up and disappearing Sunday without a word to go have a date with Neevie."

I pursed my lips.

“Alice was here Saturday morning, I had scheduled an overnight with Mari, and Belle was obviously already here Friday. Zofi actually doesn't seem to mind getting less of my attention, but I figured Neevie would appreciate it. One, two, three, four, five."

“You're trying to keep the BTC ‘in balance’, a balance I upset a little bit by moving in here with you."

"Exactly," I agreed with a strained smile. "But I can tell it still hurts you."

“The Lack of communication hurt me. I didn't understand why."

“I'm sorry. I should've said something sooner."

“Yes, you should have. But that's alright. You're here now, and I for one have been getting pretty antsy." Sam squirmed in my Lap and tightened her grip around my neck. She leaned in and nuzzled her nose against mine, saying, "Do you realize I haven't had you inside me since

Saturday morning? That’s almost four days.”

I blinked. "You used to go four days without me all the time, if not

Longer."

“Yeah, well, that was when I was Living with my parents. It's different knowing you're right down the hall. So when I'm feeling stressed and could really use a big '0' to unwind, it's just so fuckin’ tempting to knock on your door and ask Master to bend Tight-Arse Slut over and give her a good reaming.”

I suddenly grabbed a bunch of hair at the back of Sam's head, jerking on it roughly. "Does Tight-Ass Slut need a good reaming now?"

"Yes, Master. Please, Master. I haven't felt you inside me for an eternity."

Tight-Ass Slut ended up having to wait an eternity and then some more.

Master used and abused Tight-Ass Slut that evening, treating her like his personal plaything devoid of emotional attachment and easily discarded.

Tight-Ass Slut had to feel Master's dick entering and re-entering her throat over and over again while she lay back across her own bed with her head hanging over the edge. Master fucked Tight-Ass Slut's face, reveling in the sight of his cockhead denting her throat from the inside.

An eternity finally ended when Master bent Tight-Ass Slut over the foot of her bed and slammed his sausage deep into her sweet snatch. He pinned her head down with his left hand and trapped her left arm against her lower back with his right hand while ordering Tight-Ass

Slut to finger her own pussy until she screamed in unholy orgasm.

Then, since Tight-Ass Slut did not have the foresight to keep a bottle of lube in her room, Tight-Ass SLut had to endure Master's cock filling