I left my village for my studies, as I’m a brilliant student and I got admission in engineering. The college is far from my village, so I had to get...a place in a ladies hostel. I got a room with three beds so I had to share with two other girls. Out of the two girls one girl is new like me and the other is a senior. I was very tired with the journey, and felt very uncomfortable as it was a new place. I washed my face and started changing into a nightie. I felt that the senior girl sharmila was. It was partly new advices and ideas for him andsome even for me as well. I had no slave girl to practice them on so I hadto set with verbally living partly his life.He started to joke about: ?You know you have a slave-girl-school at home!?I told him freely and honestly about my life and he gave me the possibilityto follow his in sharp verbally details. Very often in the truck he told meabout his new conquests and how they fell out. He never held back on detailsand we had pleasure of it both him. She had not one, not two, but three engagements with close personal friends all expecting her complete attention allowing them to bask in the reflection of her charm and beautiful eighteen year old physical perfection.It was all so stressful and she sighed with untypical frustration knowing that she wanted and deserved it all but was constrained by her inability to be in three places at the same time without some miracle of magical proportion.She decided to invite all three of her male admirers. Oh, Goddess, this is it! Hes going to try and make me his whore again. I started to tremble and froze in place. Be strong! You have to survive. For Thamina and for Lilith. They can only harm my body, not my mind. Not my soul! Hello, Fiona, Mary purred and I flushed. My eyes slid to her and I remembered just how beautiful she was, the most gorgeous, sexy, radiant woman in the world. A warmth spread through my loins. I licked my lips, remembering how soft and moist her lips were. I used to love.