" I'm wasn't relenting, he continued to finger her hot wet pussy slowly, pushing his fingers right up to the hilt, and slowly back out again. " Your c...nt doesn't seem to want me to stop, therefore I'm not convinced," I whisper mockingly, " you're going to have to do better than that to convince me otherwise." Soft moans escape her throat as I climb on top of her, my fingers still deep inside of her. " I still don't think you want me to stop," I teased, her body now writhing beneath me. I took. When I got the doorthough I decided not to knock, this time I was just going to enter and whatan entrance I made. 'bang' the door thudded against the wall, literally knocking some of theplaster out, there she was standing near the window, this time she did lookedshocked in fact she looked horrified, I slammed the door shut and locked it,she was still standing near the dressing table in-between the bed and the window,she looked so elegant in her little peach coloured slip. Her nipples were. She was so sweet. Soft. Warm. Wonderful.I just froze. Here in this touching, frightening moment, I didn't know what I was supposed to do.She pulled back and looked into my eyes. Inquisitive. Tender. Caring. Beckoning.A guy could fall into those eyes and never hit bottom.I should know -- I'm still falling.In that unspoken moment, the music drifted in. Soothing the savage beast.She'd picked Coldplay's "Clocks." Probably just for mood, but suddenly lyrics that never seemed to make sense just. After classes, my friends came and open the door, they found me sleeping, they felt ashamed for their mistake.After that incident, I drank my own piss of daily basis.One day my roommate caught me to drink piss, he told me that he spread it the hostel, I did not understand how to stop him.I replied to him, “if you say anyone about it, I definitely complaint to warden for drinking and smoking inside.”He calmed down to listen me.And I added, “If you need to piss, I m ready to swallow it.”Then he.