I was happy as I followed Whitney in my car to her apartment. It wasn't the nicest part of Atlanta, but it was only a mile from Spelman.Whitney led me...inside to her apartment. The living room was empty, except for a sofa against the back wall. Using a commanding voice that surprised me, she ordered, "Sit down."I sat down on the sofa and watched Whitney leave the room. She returned in a couple of minutes with a length of cotton rope in her hand. "Stand up, turn around, and put your hands behind. My heart felt like being ripped apart. My own gratification or granting my beloved student, my goddess, that ultimate expression of my devotion, and at the same time being allowed to taste her sweet nectar? My pussy screamed at me, churned and clenched. I looked at Andrea, and she seemed to vibrate with erotic tension and licked her beautiful lips again. I had to struggle, but if I was truthful, there was only one possible choice. I slowly sank to my knees, and tears of loss ran down my cheeks.. She was not permitted to be alone with boys and if she ever was caught alone touching herself, her mother would punish her severely.Stephanie had wavy black hair that went to her shoulders, D-cup breasts that made the buttons on her shirt beg for mercy, and a well-toned stomach due to her track and field training. At night she couldn’t help but fantasize about those guys that gawked at her on a daily basis, but the scars on her hands held her back from releasing the ever-growing sexual tension. “I know what you have endured. This is the only remedy I can offer.”She shook her head. “No.” Pointing at the herself, then the water, she repeated her question. “Why?”“I told you: you will not be allowed to die.”Again she shook her head, struggling to form a complete sentence. “But ... why ... didn’t ... you... ?”He looked away. “If not me, it would have been someone else. They know. They always know. And ... they have ways of bringing you back.” He let the thought bloom as her eyes widened in.