When not openly resisting her role as a hutt's plaything, she would try to resist the unwanted physical pleasure she sometimes received when submittin... to the will of her captors.Sex on a regular basis had become her life now, forced to please Jabba or his many disgusting underlings day and night like any other girl kept in the hutt's private harem. For this, Leia constantly felt dirty and full of shame, no longer deserving of her once royal status – which Jabba often mocked with twisted. Nevertheless, this allowed Megan to practically move in with me.To make matters worse (or better), the dorm management didn’t enforce the alcohol rules. Parties with alcohol were common in the dorms on any given night.Megan and I graduated from a small, private, religious school. We would have weekend parties, with our friends, that we thought were wild, but boy, were we wrong. When she and I showed up at our big, state college, we both felt a little culture shock.She and I were among hundreds. Her cell phone rang. It was Jessica calling. “Hey, put your vibrator back in your dirty drawer. I’m taking you for coffee,” Jessica announced before Heather had the chance to say hello. “Oh, I don’t know. I’m busy with chores. And, I don’t own any toys, for your information,” Heather chuckled back. “Awwww, pretty please! I’m meeting Gil for a quick coffee and want you to meet him,” Jessica pleaded. Heather sat straight up in her chair and let the shiver in her body run its course. It was. Denise’s arms were tiring from holding herself up, and she dropped to her elbows, causing her ass to tilt up a little more. “Are you okay, baby? Do you need a rest?” I asked, leaning over her sweaty back.“No, no, Jack. Please don’t stop. It feels so good!”“You’ve got a hot ass, baby. I’m going to fuck the shit out of you,” I said, as odd as it sounded, and gripped her hips and started thrusting harder. Her sphincter was stretched around my cock, squeezing with a fantastic grip. I felt my balls.