So I tried to hand her one of my lighter bags but she had a stern look on her face that said, “Just because I’m a woman doesn’t make me weak.”...So I held up two bags and she took the heavier one.As she unlocked the door I asked, “So Elena do you have a last name I can put on the thank you note for the help?”Elena turned her body and face so I couldn’t see the reaction. But as she was turning I did see a smile on her face.Elena turned towards me again and replied, “Stokes. My full name is Elena. We both seemed to enjoy the same BDSM things – from opposite sides.The reason we were a day late in getting on the trail was that I wasted the first afternoon – if “wasted” is the right word – getting to know Sara, and bringing her to the point of committing to being my sub. She had repeatedly vowed that she would do anything I wanted, and I was looking forward to testing her promise. Moreover, she had had the courage early on to call “yellow light”, allowing us to confirm the trust we had to. Her eyes close as she experiences the ecstasy of the first inhale.Smokes drifts slowly from her open lips, parted only enough to allow the cigarette to dangle from her mouth. Her hands are otherwise occupied, turning that silver package over and over onto itself. Her mind races as the ember devours her last hope to retain sanity.The second drag is quick, and she allows the smoke to drift slightly from her lips before whipping it back into her lungs; she exhales through her nose gracefully,. Playing it cool I encouraged him it would happen as he would show me pictures on his phone unknowing its my wide tan round ass. We scheduled to meet up on thursday of the next week following and then I stopped texting him. He began to lose focus in class and went back to playing his video games. The night before I texted him from her number confirming she would arrive and the next morning he ditched class to clean the entire house. I got back to the dorm around 7 and the place was incredible!.