Working down… Kissing the top of your tits. Your back arching up to my mouth. One of my hands running up your thigh. Then snapping the suspender aga...nst you. Stinging you slightly. Hand sliding up onto your arse as my other pins your hands down. Groping. Running my hands over your incredible arse. Kissing up your chest and a shoulder on the dress comes off… Then back down. I can see the bra now. Kissing down… Down… Your nipple just under the dress and I’m a second away from touching it with my. They were all he would need. The boy wouldprovide the rest. AKA had already decided what. The underpants he was wearingat that very moment. An excited smile creased AKA's face. They'd be perfect and--what'smore--serve the kid right. Anyone who wore jockeys like that deserved tobe killed with them. AKA saw it all. How, after he had done all the otherstuff he had planned, he'd force the kid's perfectly shaped head throughone of the leg openings, insert his hand in the other, and twist. Twist. After that incident, we used to talk at the gym.Gradually, we both came to know about our departments, names etc. Her name was Riya (name changed) and she was 23 years old. I am 20 by the way. Gradually, we became friends on Facebook. After some weeks, our chats moved to WhatsApp.At that time, she was new on the campus and so she didn’t have many friends around. Gradually, we became a very close friend and started talking a lot. Riya was a very nice and honest girl. I used to call her didi as. I put my dress back on. Mistress now handed me a butt plug and a jar of KY jelly saying, “Put this in your cunt Slut; it’ll loosen you up for later.” I greased up the plug and forced it inside me embarrassed that she was watching this process. She smiled pleasantly saying, “Isn’t it nice of me to be so considerate that I allow you to prepare yourself and thereby avoid some of the pain associated with anal rape?” I replied, “Yes Mistress, that’s very kind of you.” and meant it. If my ass was.