As I pulled up in front of the place, I saw three motorcycles parked there.I'd turned my phone off. I turned it back on then. Drea had left me six mor... messages just since I'd left her this afternoon. They were pathetic. They started out wondering what was taking me so long to get my stuff and ended up with her crying into the phone.The phone rang as I was listening to the messages."Jack, that wasn't very nice," said Drea."Well, it got me out of the building without having to hit anyone," I. " He continued "you are going to make an excellent semester slut for my frat Jane Doe. He then says "Jane go into the mens bathroom and clean up. You're busily trying to gather up as much of his tasty sperm and gobble it down as fast as you can. "Jane pay attention!, you're to take this bag with you and put on what's inside. And if any guy comes into the bathroom, just do what he says. You look up quickly from the breast your cleaning and nod submissively. "Oh, and your new name is Molly. My small one hundred and thirty pound body was no match for him. What made matters worse, was that his personal hygiene was not exactly exemplary. He was always smelly and sweaty, with his smoker’s breath constantly in my face as his huge grubby hands relentlessly tormented my head.I was frequently aware of his stiff cock rubbing against me during my torture sessions, and felt sure that he derived some or other sexual pleasure from his supremacy over me. He always referred to me as ‘Slave-Boy,’. “Whose pussy is this?” Mr. Carter asks forcefully. Without a thought, I give a muffled response through my panties. “Whose pussy is this?” he repeats again before spanking my bottom. I moan out louder, unable to give him a proper response. “I’d say you need a reminder," he growls, and lines up his cock right to my pussy before slamming into me. Instantly, my pussy contracts around him before convulsing around him in pleasure. My back arches and my muscles contract desperately around him as.