” The short statement was filled with wonder. We stared into each other’s eyes, searching, questioning. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach in a w...ld dance. “The things I will do to you! Oh Allie, you have no idea!” The giddiness in her voice was infectious. I did have some ideas, and she knew it, because most of the nights my roommates and friends had gone out and partied, I had spent roaming the internet and searching for the few words Professor Greenstein had scribbled on the margins of the. Strangely, while the sensations from the fucking I was experiencing embedded deep in the tight womb of Bali was both hot and incredible, I felt no closer to orgasm after several minutes of slow riding than I had when she first shoved, my cock into her. It allowed me to completely enjoy every inch of her. I stirred the dark bubbling cauldron of her innermost parts without fear of cumming too fast or becoming overly excited. She was beginning to roll her hips more and more and thus my cock was. I spread her legs as far apart as I dare, then took the soft leather belt and halved it, finally giving it a swing that produced a hideous sounding slap as it raked across her ass. "Noooo, please no," again she pleaded. "Count to 20 and then we’ll negotiate, girl to girl, as you say" I whispered, slapping her again. "Two," she shouted, "owwwwww!" And so it continued until number 20. "Ready to negotiate the second 20?" I asked, gently putting pressure on. Megan walked inside and dug through the purse, looking for the drug her mother had talked about. She pulled out a bottle labeled "LACTORIL — Property of Southwood University". Smiling, she dropped it into her pocket and continued on to her room.Once inside, she immediately locked the door and stripped off her clothing. She skimmed over the directions on the bottle and squeezed a small amount of lotion onto her palms. She rubbed them against her petite breasts, spreading the lotion equally.