She would willingly become his slave, his devoted servant, if he could keep her feeling like this!“Great!” he said, smiling. “But you know this ...ood feeling is going to last longer than you know me, right? I mean, it's something you're going to feel until you do drugs again. You could feel like this the rest of your life, if you don't fuck it up.”Her face fell. “Oh, that won't be long, then. I've been a fuck-up my whole life.” She looked at him, close to crying. “Everything that's ever happened. “I want to leave Moringa.”“What?!?” Dr. Saito gasped. Suddenly, she forgot all about her headache.Mallory walked slower on her return to campus. She was emptier than ever. The idea of Carmen leaving, even for a week, even for a weekend, left her imbalanced and worried. She looked forward, however, to at least go back to an empty dorm. The silence was a welcomed change to the squeaks and pained grunts from whichever oversexed futa Valerie stuffed her giant cock in that night. But her mind. As I turned to try to hide my penis, she said, "I was just coming in to ask you what you thought of this new outfit." To which I replied in a mumbled voice something about it looking good. What was I going to do? My mother was going to find out now, and how would I stand the humiliation?I buttoned my pants, and sat down, numbed. Figuring the worst, I was waiting for another inevitable knock on the door expecting to have to explain himself. Moments later, I heard voices in the kitchen, too. She was already breathing hard when Eric, slowly, began kissing down over her stomach and she watched his tongue curl through her reddish pubic hair. His saliva left tiny sparkling droplets that glittered in the rooms light. His tongue disappeared, but reappeared teasingly on her thighs. She enjoyed the feel of him there, but was now desperate for him to move to her pussy. Lifting her hips, she twisted, using her thighs to move his head to her. Eric resisted just a moment, but then satisfied.