He made a purchase and then returnedto his car.he looked me and said,I dont need gas,I need your pussy.it was that moment that I felt like I was outsi...e myself.in my head I could hear me cursing at him.in reality I was moving towards him.I could not stop my self.then hespoke again and said,"I want your pussy".despite my will to resist,strangely enough I wanted him to have my pussy.he lead me to get into my own car then we drove to an alley down the street.I could feel how wet I had become.heuw. .. well anything I anticipated.Except for the newest incoming pledges, every girl was the model of pristine fastidiousness, polite and charming almost to a nauseating fault. Just being in the same room with one gave me this uneasy shiver up my spine, like they were examining me, looking for pieces of me to polish out. Or maybe they were just really super nice and pretty, and here I was being jealous, bitchy, and homesick. I'd only been there a week after all, and today was my first chapel with. That was kind of a turn on at first, because I like to get fucked hard, but it got old." "Well, I've never had that. It might be fun." "Okay, a little forceful then. On your knees bitch. My cock isn't gonna suck itself." Those words sent a little thrill through me. I dropped to my knees and was staring at her rubber cock, straight at the end of it. I put one hand on it, then I took it into my mouth. I remembered her saying that she had fucked Benedict in the ass with it, and that image in my. He looked familiar somehow. He'd seen the face before, but he couldn't figure out just when or where. Jane/Joe then heard a voice. It was friendly and loud."Hello, Jane!" the voice said cheerfully. It was Jose, his precious date list in one hand, his little black doctor's satchel in the other."I hope you slept well, honey, because you have a full plate today. I hope you're hungry! Ha ha! For your last heavy day, you have fifteen guys, Jane, with four of them wanting your sweet ass-pussy. So,.