My Master has two roommates. One is a virgin, the other is very unlucky with girls. The virgin is a super socially anxious scrawny (self-proclaimed) nerd with glasses. The unlucky one has a little bit of extra weight with curly brown hair. Let’s call them Micheal and Seth.
I’ve been over to Master’s apartment a lot during the two years I’ve been his slut. I actually had a crush on Seth for a while, but that ended catastrophically. Let’s just say his unluckiness with girls is mostly self-inflicted.
Of course the events over the past year have made it harder than ever to meet people or get laid. I’ve noticed Master’s roommates’ look when I go over to his apartment for a night of drinking. They can’t help but take a peek at my perky tits and tight ass. I know they wished it was them that got to wrap their hands around my slender waist instead of Master.
One day as Seth ended yet another night of drinking lamenting how he hasn’t been laid in so long he’s forgotten what a pussy feels like and Micheal shyly added he’s never known what a pussy feels like, Master decided to speak up. He leaned forward with that twinkle in his eye and whispered, “I know someone that can help.”