Sometimes there will be ‘special’ edge for reaching a milestone or perhaps a special day like my birthday.Last Saturday was one of those milestone...days. Edge number 9900 was to be one of those special edges. I might get to edge while testing with Mistress, always a favorite as she makes me count the minutes that pass as I hold the edge, inevitably she will push me until I almost break, sometimes I must hold the edge for her as long as 20 minutes or more. I always enjoy these edges the most.. I had expectations I shouldn’t have had, I was a little broken at the time. SS fixed much of that by sleeping with me, and showing me that I could find love again, and that is what I wanted, to find love. But SS and I were not compatible in that way. The sex was easy, love not so much. And I knew when she broke things off with me that it was the right thing to do, as much as it hurt to be rejected. I felt that was what I would be for T. A stepping stone on the path to finding love again. I was. The other guy said, “Hi, I’m Jack. I’m the Senior Resident. You’ve met Helen, my counterpart in one of the women’s dorms.” I had no idea what to think. How was I going to get a shower now? Jack went on. “Get used to it. The guy’s showers at the gym also have no locking doors. At some point every woman at the college is going to see you naked. You’re Mark; I looked at your schedule. You are signed up for PE 103 first semester, swimming. It’s a required course and a mixed class. The women wear. Me personally I was mainly watching Brittany as she watched the woman next to us riding her man. Her shirt pushed up over her tits as he began to kiss and suck each nipple.“Oh that’s so fucking hot.” I heard her whisper. I’m still not sure what came over me. Maybe it was the years of provocative dress, or the seemingly endless flirting but I couldn’t help myself. I reached over and gently caressed the tit that Brittany wasn’t already full on feeling up. I half expected her to freak out but.