Inside, the room was divided up into cubicles, with each cubicle containing a locker and a massage table. I removed all my clothes, locked them up in ...he locker, put the key chain around my wrist, grabbed the towel and soap and headed for the showers. I was somewhat disappointed in finding that there was nobody in the shower room. A quick soap and rinse and off I went to the men's steam room.Upon entering the steam room, I found myself in a steam fog. There was so much steam I could hardly see. In fact, she felt herself growing increasingly sick to her stomach as she thought of all that had happened. She thought of all the filthy things she had done and of the pictures as evidence--irrefutable--of her depravity and humiliation.Fear grew in her and she started imagining all sorts of possibilities. The more she thought, the more frightened she became. Nichole could be in with a bunch of white-slavers! She could find herself drugged and shipped off to a life of prostitution and. But he wasn’t superstitious enough to believe that that fact justified the prejudice. “Still, it wasn’t mentioned in the bet. This is my car now. He only pays insurance.” But would she see the continuous gamesmanship that he and Dad played?“Want to?” she asked. Which sure sounded like agreement.“Want me to pick you up at 10:15 Sunday?”“Sure.” So, with another date already, he walked her to her porch. The last kiss was sweet, if not sexy. Back at the dorm, he fell asleep remembering the date.She. And each time the cockhead brushed against her crotch, hot and heavy, threateningly, temptingly, she moaned. Again and again she moaned. She was on fire. She moved like a snake beneath him now, slithering, undulating, hissing, making sharp, violent sounds at the back of her throat."Oh! Oh! Mmmmmmmm! Ahhhhhhh! Yes, yes, put it now, all the way in, please, please! Ohhhh! God, I want it, how I want it! Nnnnn! Ohhhhh!"She scraped her taut-nippled tits against his chest, losing all control. George's.