But I wasn’t going to let her off the hook that easy.“How would you know! Huh? How the hell would you know!? Ever since you were a teenager, you w...nt from one toxic relationship to another. Always falling for the wrong guy.”“And, your excuse for fucking some worthless piece of trash was that another worthless piece of trash made you feel like crap! If depravity justified your actions, why shouldn’t it justify mine?” Her voice is furious.I was silent. My eyes were hazy with tears. I did not know. She arched her legs and bent her knees pressing down on the mattress. She raised herself up and now he had an uninterrupted view of her vagina and anus. He resumed kissing her thighs. He could hear her moaning, but was not looking at her face. He did something he had never done before and kissed someone else’s anus. Andrea shivered and screamed in delight.“Do that again, please, please.”He did, many times.Andrea writhed but held tight to the headboard. She was lifting her hips as high as she. I decided to fetch out my corset, and put it on, tightening it as far as I could, redoing my waist belt over it. I found the drawer with all my clamps and clothespins, and selected out what I thought I'd need. I grabbed two clover clamps for my nipples, and a handfull of clothes pins. I started with my pussy lips, and ran the clothespins down my lips, using some tape to fasten them to my thigh. I had to admit that I was excited enough to slip a finger into myself, and to taste it - but I held. "That took another week. Irene went back to what she was doing, though I showed her things from time to time. But at the end of the week, and just about when the girls would join the student body of Claiborne (or, if you will, the student bodies plural), I had something. I got permission to conduct some interviews with the new students, and that clarified a few things."Yes, I did feel awfully tired that first couple of days," the girl said. Her name was Melissa; she had Pippi Longstocking red.