.. ‘til you. We were gonna be married, that spring. In the heart of the winter, in February, he died. He went to work one night, said he had a heada...he ... and then he died. I had kissed him that afternoon, and told him I loved him. I had that memory, at least.”Her tears had seemed to end, as she told her story. I wondered why she’d brought up the boyfriends of the past thing, with this in her own past. I guess she had to get it out. And she was right, I suppose I needed to know. Sometimes,. My body wants to cum, but I know not to, but unlike before he wants me to make noises as I start moaning. I love his touch, as I feel as though I am his. I am his to control and I am his to use. He sees it in my eyes that I have submitted to him, submitted to him completely, and now it time for my final transformation. He bites down on my neck, taking in my blood. He unchains me from the bed keeping my wrist tattered together. I finally taste the blood upon my lips, it is so good. He says no. ’ ‘I can imagine. I don’t get out of bed before noon some days.’ ‘I’ll bet.’ Her smile turned into a smirk and she glanced around. ‘Are you waiting for someone?’ ‘No. I was just going to walk to the Metro. Where are you headed?’ ‘Uh, I’m not really sure. I think it’s Arlington.’ At Drew’s raised eyebrows, she gave a little laugh. ‘I’m staying with Hilary but I don’t know my way around very well yet.’ ‘Yeah? You just moved here?’ She nodded and looked away, chewing her bottom lip. She peeked. The gag muffled their moans as the men assailed their bodies, fingers plunging deep into their pussies. Both girls were having their nipples sucked and their breasts massaged by these unknown assailants. On their chests I could barely make out the words written in black marker: “Slut #1” and “Slut #2”. “Ah, there’s slut number 3,” said the upper year with a grin, “and I see you’ve been a busy slut! Well come over here and let’s get you started with your initiation.” She strolled toward me and.