She was really adamant. If I told her no, she would make my life hell; if I told her yes, we'd find out very early on if maybe she would be happier wi...h someone else. I elected to go with the latter, so she went out with her old boyfriend. She didn't call it a date, but what else would you call it? You know, as I look back on that time now, with the benefit of so much hindsight I can see other ways that I could've handled it better. And it literally makes me tremble at the memory. I'm not sure. After I was done, I let her know she could turn around again. “What seems to be the problem, Gary?” “Um, it’s really a bit personal.” I started, “I’d rather discuss it with the doctor.”“Oh, I see.” She replied, “Well let me check your pulse.”She reached forward and grabbed my wrist in what I would have to describe as a very sensual manor.“Strong pulse Gary.” She cooed, “You must have a very big heart.”I really did not know how to respond, so I just remained silent as she looked at me with. She focused on the large man taking turns fucking the two girls’ pussies and was about to come when she heard the door unlock. Cara didn’t have time to process what was going on, let alone cover herself up when she saw her dorm parent in the door way. Mrs. Soames turned on the light of the room, revealing Cara in the most compromised position possible. Cara’s whole body had turned bright red with embarrassment and she tried to sink into her mattress pad. In the midst of fucking herself so. ..,” I shouted at her through clenched teeth, while reaming her tight ass with all my might, “...all I've ever.... MRRRGH... wanted to fuckin' do was.... ARRRGH.... fuck a hot chick like you up the.... fuckin'...... GRRRRNNNGG... ass! But no bitch would ever let me...... GRRRURGGGH.... fuck her.... GRRRRNNN.... noooooo.... not unless she was a hooker! And none of those.... dirty bitches ever let me.... fuck her...... GRRRRURGHNN.... up the ass no matter what.... I fuckin' paid her! And I ain't.