“Aye, what am I doin? This isn’t my fight...” his thoughts were slow to catch up to him. He didn't know why he was getting involved. True, he ha... never seen a woman before, but all that could mean, was trouble, lots of trouble. Ansel was a large man, barrel chested and bull-necked, his thickset body was the result of years of hard work and healthy diet. But he did not fancy himself a fighter. He hated to fight, the thrill made him half sick, and hung over him like a black cloud. He also never. ” I complained as I struggled to keep up with Cassie’s long legs and fast pace.“Poor baby. Do I need to motivate you to chase me?” Cassie teased.“Wouldn’t hurt.” I replied, my head snapping around to stare at two college girls walking past us the other direction. They both turned and smiled at me.“Like hunting fish in a barrel huh?” Cassie laughed, hooking her arm through mine.“I dunno, first time.”“Let’s go get you some pussy!” Cassie said loudly.As with most things in life, the college was. The only fly in the ointment was Theresa. After several of Steve's wives had talked to her the first day, things had settled into a truce of sorts. Steve used her sexually when he felt like it, and without asking her consent or opinion, and he had 'forced' her to perform several different deviant and degrading acts over the past few days. The only thing he didn't do was call her his slave. The problem was that being called 'slave' was apparently the entire point for Theresa, and she was getting. Denise had brought in some cereal, and they were both eating a bowlful. Last night had been, well, tiring for Stan, but enormous fun and yet deeply emotional, too. Denise had been hurting, and Stan had done his best to relieve that hurt. He grinned. He thought he'd relieved it multiple times... But now they had to go to work. Stan got up, grabbed the bowls, cups and cutlery and quickly washed them up. With two women to please, he'd quickly found that keeping the place tidy was preferable to.