Then I scooped up the dirty sheets from last night along with Allison's stuff and piled it all in my chair so that I could get it into the washer afte... school. One rule around our house was that laundry did not belong on the floor, not even dirty laundry. In the washer, in a hamper, in a closet, anywhere but the floor. Mom's idea was that dirty laundry should be in your way so you would be motivated to get it washed. It didn't matter if it was in my way, if it was on the floor it might be in. The very basic bathroom was equipped with a toilet, sink and shower. There was a TV, but when I tried to turn it on, it asked for a password.Frustrated, I went back down to the residence admin desk and spoke to the receptionist lady there. She held up a finger at me as I approached the desk. I froze and waited for her to finish typing.She looked friendly and wore a very conservative school-girl outfit. Her long blond hair fell down each side of her in pigtails. She squinted adorably through her. I’m lucky to have firm breasts so I don’t need some feat of extreme mechanical engineering. Nicely low-cut, the top half of the cups nicely sheer, just down to the shading of the top half of the nipple areas.Matching knickers. Only worn a couple of times, so still stark white. I do hate that greyish tinge that all white undies eventually do get. Nicely fitting. Not quite up to my waist. Completely sheer except for vertical white panels, each one half an inch wide, all around them.White. All i could hear was the both of us breathing heavily and him grunting until he finally gave up ANDY: did he ever whimper or cry out TONYA: not once TONYA: just very deep grunts ANDY: how did you know he gave up? TONYA: he stopped struggling. i held on a bit longer after that and whispered in his ear. and that’s when the tears began to fall TONYA: struggling only increases the pain ANDY: did you ever feel your own physical strength wavering? TONYA: no. i had major adrenaline rush ANDY: did you.