. and not just your body... they would tie up your life, your total being. Deep down in that Ivy League heart of yours you want to be somebody’s sla...e. You want to be able to openly be what you are... part of the time. You need a break from being dragon lady by being... slave roni.’”“Veronica was still crying, but now her nipples were standing tall and proud.”“‘Final envelope,’ Deb said holding it up. ‘My question. The color of your underwear.’ Deb began to carefully tear open the envelope.. He seemed to pause for a minute, and that should have been a clue. I just didn’t pick up on it at the time. He answered, ‘No.’ Instead of picking up on the subtle clue that perhaps he WAS quite well practiced at the art of long-distance seduction of lonely hearts, I developed feelings for Cam. I started to develop more than a physical attraction for Camden. In spare moments I would Google article after article about his software empire. He wasn’t philanthropic like some of his contemporaries,. She loved feeling her leather gloves slip and slide over them.“Mmm, are you done yet? Please stop mmm. Don’t hurt me.” She feigned begging.The pleading seemed to work as she was yoked up. Her hair in the air standing now. Her breasts out in the open, her pencil skirt having a large patch of dust and dirt on her butt.She stood there for a moment. Not knowing what was going to happen next.Her visible breath puffing rhythmically into the air.She gave a short gasp feeling her butt being touched,. But she sat right next to the dormitory's telephone, doing some sort of homework there in what we called the living room, but I didn't know exactly what it was. I was busy doing my own, and I wasn't too sure exactly what that was about either. Sometimes that college stuff could be hard."Thanks Lonnie." I smiled at her and she blushed beneath her straight black hair, cut short so it just reached her shoulders."Hello?" I answered the phone, wondering who could possibly be calling me. I thought.