Goodson College was the only school in America with an all-male riding team. The Goodson College sportsmen were collectively known as the Red Lions. M...n, was I in a good school or what? Man, this was the school of the future. I wish more colleges were like this. Harold told me that Graystone University was a school which cared about its students, instead of screwing them over like so many others routinely did. I was elated! We left campus and got into Harold’s Volkswagen. He drove us through. That inner slut was fighting for control; that little bit of her that just wanted him to ram into her and rip her apart. She fought it and slowly bumped him back, taking the gradual escalation to a sharper pace. He responded by speeding up a tad. “Oh god that’s amazing.” She whispered, putting her hand over his squeezing his hand and simulating his hand tightening around her throat. He took the hint, her increased breathing, her impatient squirming and her persistent bumping back gave him the. " she laughed between heavy breaths.She stumbled back then pointed the remote at her dick and pressed abutton. In the blink of an eye it had changed - replaced by one of theother monsters on stage. I could see the rapidly deflating thing it hadbeen pounding ineffectively at Meiling?s ass. This new cock wassmaller, sure, but oh-so-twitchingly ready to go."Now, round 2, bitch."I don?t know if the whimper that fell from my lips was in delight orhorror. I don?t think she cared. How long could she. Save your hands for tonight. You’ll need them,’ she remarked. I’ll admit my mind began to wander at that point…Images of just what my hands would love to do for her tonight. ‘For attacking during the test, I mean,’ she added, with a faint blush to her face. I sighed wistfully, perhaps a bit too loud: it seemed Cammy heard me, as she stopped before walking away again, backpack hoisted. I thought to myself: BLESSED BE THE LORD MY STRENGTH, WHICH MAKETH MY HANDS TO WAR, AND MY FINGERS TO FIGHT…AND.