" I said with feigned interest. All I wanted to do was get home and put a bag of frozen vegetables on my abused vagina. Under any other circumstance I...would have simply got up and left but I still hadn't orgasmed. I should have just left. Frat Boy slid into me from behind and restarted with his piglet moans. I don't know what it was, I could feel him sliding in and out of me but it just wasn't having the same effect. I winced as he grabbed my hair from the ends and not the roots. I had to end. My cab crawled through town and after a short drive through downtown South Bend he pulled into a place called the Center Motel. It was dumpy and second class but the cabby said it was cheap and just across from the I.U. campus. It looked like the kind of place that rented rooms by the hour. When I checked at the front desk the guy asked if I was expecting anyone to join me. Embarrassed I told him I was here to register at the University. Nodding I knew he really didnt believe me when he gave me. Mike smiled. Robin had been married. He didn’t know why he had assumed that she never had been. He took another look at the photo. Robin had been a looker back then, but, in Mike’s opinion, nothing like now. The younger woman had the same devastating figure, but her face was full and youthful, unlike the older woman’s strong, chiseled features. Putting down the photo and the rings, Michael walked to the bathroom and entered. The room was bigger than he expected, dominated by a large walk-in. So I grabed a beer and headed to the dumpster. When I got there he was waiting. He didn't say anything just grab my hand and put it on his cock. Then he undid his pants and slide them down and out popped this beutiful 8 inch black cock. Again not saying a word he reached over and put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me to my knees. I took his cock in my mouth and loved the taste, it was so pretty and hard. I couldn't believe that here I was dressed like a whore and on my knees in the trash.