I had no idea what it was that we had to talk about. I just knew that something was bothering him, changing his behavior, and that it had to be dealt ...ith. On one really, really hot summer day, I went to his door and started to tap gently, and then, thinking better of it, I simply reached down and turned the knob, opening the door part way. He was laying on his bed, and he didn't know that the door was open, or that I was there. What I saw, I couldn't believe, but knew it to be true. Tommy lay. There was still time before lunch, so I walked to the Quick Mart, greeted Mr. Sokolov, and bought three cartons of soda, some Pop-Tarts, a few apples, a loaf of bread, some butter, and a block of cheese. I paid for my purchases, and after the clerk behind the counter, whose name tag read ‘Nancy’, packed them in heavy paper grocery bags, I managed to carry the heavy load back to the dorm. I put two bottles of RC, two bottles of Coke, and one Sprite in the fridge, then put the butter, cheese, and. We visited the tiny house. Z told me it was small. But I was surprised at just how small it was.My first “date” was lunch was on 30 September. It was a last-minute reservation for at lunchtime one day before I was supposed to start. I might as well start making money. My skirt and blouse made me look younger. Both Z and Fran said that I still looked adult enough. In thinking about it later, my 10 cm heals were a little high for lunch. OTOH, even with an extra ten centimeters, everybody was. It got to a point where I cried for him to stop, and tried to push him away from me. I needed a breather. But he wouldn’t stop. He wanted to tear me apart. He said, “Na I aint stopping this is my pussy now bitch! This is how a slut gets fucked! I’m going to tear this pussy apart! Welcome to my dick! You feel that bitch, you feel that? That’s how a black cock fucks!” Finally I just gave up and let him tear me apart. He was too much man and just drove his cock through my pussy walls. He finally.