"Marigold's eyes brightened, "Does that mean you're going to let me help you in your one-man crusade?"Thule sighed, "Little Flower, I really don't thi...k you know what you're asking for. My hands are going to be very dirty after this. I..." I know," said Marigold, "You keep warning me that your hands are going to be dirty and I might hate you at the end of this. Thule, do you think you're justified in what you're doing?"Thule sighed, pulling into the driveway, then sat in the car, thinking hard.. We had little in common, I'd come from a stable middle class family and she'd come from a rougher background altogether. I tried to connect with her, but I could never really get over her trashy appearance or style of speech.That said, we had no problems co-existing as roommates. We didn't hang out with the same people, or really hang out together much at all, but it wasn't like we fought or anything. Sometime around the middle of my first semester, we even worked out an arrangement where we. She let out a small squeak but didn't move from her position so I continued, spreading the strokes across her whole back side until it was a deep dark red and I could her her sobbing softly into her hands on the table.I paused for a minute and noticed that even her clit was completely exposed now and I couldn't resist. I gave her three light slaps with the paddle across her pussy. She yelped but still did not break position. I laid the paddle down beside her on the coffee table and stepped over. I made sure that we had a steady flow of beer and wine during the game. Jennifer can’t handle too much alcohol without getting a little silly, and she also gets sexually aroused when she drinks.After we were all pretty drunk, I started teasing Jennifer and making silly bets with her and Ted, and finally she lost a bet a had to sit on his lap. I watched them sitting on that couch face-to-face, and Ted started to slowly move his hips back and forth, as Jennifer was starting to get turned on by.