I lick along her jaw line and down the side of her neck. My hands on her arms rubbing them as I start to suck and bite on her neck. I hear her moan a ...ittle as I bite her. My hand runs up her shirt feeling her breast. I caress one and then the other. “Lift your arms up baby.” I ask her softly. She does and I quickly remove her shirt and then my own. I start kissing her chest as my hands undo her bra. Mmm perfection I think looking at her bare breasts. I start to lick her breast. My. “What are you…?” He starts to ask before he gasps as I grab his shaft. I smile at him and ask coyly, “Don’t you want me?” “I don’t want to force…” I silence him with a kiss and stroke his shaft slowly. He starts moaning and gyrating his hips, then he pulls back. “Follow me.” He says quietly and turns around and I follow. He takes me to his bedroom, its covered in artwork and it appears to be his. His bed is huge, along with a flat screen on the wall and more furniture here and there. I see. She took me by the arm and led me through her immaculate house, filled with giggling, drunk college students, upstairs to her room. Before she managed to push open her door, I pulled her to the side, frantically. “Britt, who the hell is in there?!” I whispered, irate. “You do this every time! I don’t need a boyfriend until after I graduate!” Her mouth was agape. “Whoa, who said anything about “boyfriend?” He’s just a cute guy and I think you’d like talking to him!” Before I could resist, she. Her figure filled out; in her own eyes she put on far too much weight.Looking at the walls more closely, she discovered that they were, indeed, decorated with what she thought were nasty pornographic bedroom scenes depicting couples in various forms of sex, some more possible than others. It reminded her of a magazine one boyfriend had shown her, trying to get her to suck him.She did begin to understand the routine, and the pecking order in the harem. There were four privileged women, who had.