—2 days before— I came home from school after a long and boring day taking notes and answering questions. I walked through my front door to an emp...y house, on the ground floor at least. I was pretty hungry so i went to the kitchen to make my self a sandwich, ham & cheese, nothing to complex. I decided to go to the living room to relax in the recliner when i heard a faint noise coming from upstairs, since the house seemed deserted i thought nothing of it and turned on the T.V . I was just. I could even feel the dildo with my prick as I rammed into her cunt. "You may start cumming anytime now slut," I allowed, and I could feel so much pussy cum start streaming out of her cunt around my cock and draining down to lube the dildo fucking her ass even more. I could see the clamps digging into her labia and into her hard nipples. She had a look of ecstasy all over her face. I stopped fucking her and ramming her ass and gave her a kiss on the lips. I was trying to be a Master but was not. I felt bullied by her; bullied by a girl.I shrugged and went out for some air for approximately fifteen minutes. When I came in, Mimah Mohammed was on the stage and she had all the audience. The modeling agency must have passed the high sign. I shoved my way through some few people and sat down between Carol and Juliet.The contest started with a music. Mimah wearing a beautiful Swahili dress and walked on the stage. I don’t think I breathed all the time she was on the stage. I don’t remember. ’ Releasing my hand, Jania crossed the small dorm room to the door. Ruth reminded me of a girl I had known in high school: somewhat short, with bright red hair and countless matching freckles. Her black sweatshirt and jeans really helped the red freckles and hair to truly stand out, and when I glanced down, it was clear that the freckles were not limited to just her face, as they covered the back of each hand as well. ‘Ruth, Mr. Kendall. Mr. Kendall, Ruth.’ Ruth’s handshake was lighter than.