He had no idea what had happened to the key, but it hadn't come the week after he'd mailed it, nor the next. There wasn't a free minute to go back to...town, let alone find something sharp enough to cut the leather without cutting him, or somewhere private enough to attempt it. On dorm duty, his nights were spent with the boys, in quiet agony under his flimsy pyjamas. Whether the boys guessed the cause, he was definitely sweaty more now, a permanent sheen of exertion traced his broad body,. Like all the others, she had totally ignored him, and acted like he didn't exist. He walked up to her boldly, and talked."Hi Bridget" he said."Hello." she said, somewhat coolly.Last time he tried to talk to her, she turned her back on him, and walked away. So this was quite a bit better already."Listen, I need to ask you something. I've noticed that you have just the nicest nails of any girl on the ship. I want to be like you. Can you teach me how you do it?"She was somewhat taken aback and. I had on my white pencil skirt and my crop top and had put my long black hair up with a clip. 20 minutes later I arrived at the apartment complex. Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz…. The buzzer sounded and I knew I could enter the complex. Room 3XX, 3rd floor and all the way down the hall. I was nervous. “I’m here…” I texted. As Tim opened the door I realized how tall he was and how big his muscles were. He directed me up the stairs and motioned to be quiet since his brother was living with him. I went up the. His hands gently moved up her back, stroking her back lovingly, his fingers tracing her rib line as he pulled her shirt off and tossed it aside. She blushed as he unclasped her bra and let it slide off of her shoulders, dipping his head to suck on one hard bud, licking and tasting her skin, her flavor having an eroticizing effect on him. She pulled his head up to meet hers as she steered him, pushing him back against his bed until he fell onto it, taking her down with him. She giggled into his.