They often ate the meals at their dorm dining room which was nothing but a glorified caferteria. Fawn usually had fruits or salads while Nancy ate the...meat and potatoes. However Fawn loved Mexican fare while Nancy liked Chinese.The bus pulled into Salem, Oregon early the next morning. The taste in Nancy's mouth felt like a sewer. When she got off, the cold air hit her chilling her body.She ran into the ladies room to brush her teeth and hair. She washed her face in warm water then looked at. He turned to her, "You're a submissive?"Ellen nodded and looked downward."Talk about it."Ellen said in low tones, "I have only ever had one ... mistress. She declared that I should be turned free, only I retain my dependency on someone like her." I detect it could be a man or a woman. What do you think?" I agree. When I started it was a bit of a joke, and it played to some inner needs that I didn't know I had. I was in college and joining a sorority. My 'big sister' became my dom, and we just. I’ll be so embarrassed.” “No need,” I consoled her. “You’re hot, sexy, and definitely naughty. There’s nothing wrong here. You like the sex. You don’t have to be embarrassed about that.” “I am naughty, aren’t I?” Cheryl whispered to me. “You are,” I agreed. “Hot, sexy, and such a naughty woman who loves to fuck.” “Oh, god, Drew! Fuck me, baby! Make me come again.” I could see the girl had put a hand behind her and assumed she was rubbing her partner’s hardened meat through his pants. I smiled. The first was an antique leather-bound journal with a worn strap holding its covers shut, the second was a heavy envelope with my name, Melissa Gordon, written on it in neat (if old-fashioned) cursive hand. The letter inside was typed on expensive heavy-weight paper that had the company watermark in the center of the page. The letter explained that the law firm had been retained by a small, independent museum to find and return the accompanying diary to the nearest living heir of the doner..