Three weeks had passed since the nationwide lockdown was announced. Almost all of my friends had left for their hometown. I had to stay in the city as...I couldn’t leave in time because of my prior work commitments. Then all airlines and rails came to a halt.Eventually, I was extremely bored, alone, and horny. So, I thought of giving Tinder a try to pass some time with hot guys. I installed the Tinder application on my phone on a Tuesday afternoonI added some sizzling hot pics of mine with a bio. I then took my hand and put it over his nutsack but was careful to not actually touch him but just allowed my hand to brush the pubic hairs. I could hear and feel his heartbeat pick up its pace and saw his cock give a little bounce every now and then as if trying to let me know that he was there and wanted attention. I got to see some pre-cum form at his pee slit then start to drop down onto his belly. Suddenly, I felt his hand slide down my stomach and grab ahold of my cock while his thumb. I was told to sit on a low stool, while Natasha sat on one knee to put my feet into pink knitted booties. She then stood up, towering above me in her boots. She pushed her tits back into place, gave me a wink and walked out of the office.Brigitte came in, sat down behind her desk and looked at me with a serious expression. 'Charlotte', she said to me, 'from now on, your name is Charlotte. You can call me mommy. Natasha is your nanny.' She paused. 'And these are your babysitters.' In walked four. Beside a slide of sweat on her desk was an etching of scratch lines. ‘Yeah… Yeah, I’m fine,’ she lied. It wasn’t that sleeping during class was unheard of or even uncommon in college, but for Amira it was. As a sophomore she had received perfect grades up until this past month in every class. When the nightmares began they were a jumbled mess of bad feelings, with no images or meaningful sounds, but in the last month the blurred dream had gone through contrast. And it was always the same. ‘What.