I tried to keep up school, it was my one ticket out of this hellhole, but it was hard getting up at dawn with the baby, going to classes, then working...til midnight or later. They let me stay mostly for the sport, but weekend practices were hard and even with the teachers in my pocket my grades were slipping. They shrugged, told me they couldn't give me marks for assignments I didn't do. My history teacher, Mr Jones, told me he'd have to fail me. He was one of the first I'd blackmailed -. Commuters paid about twenty seven thousand. I was not going to school for free. Randolph University’s Department of Athletics treated student-athletes as if they were property rather than human beings. Someone ought to tell them that slavery has been outlawed since the late 1800s. I swear, if the media knew how they treated us, there would be an outcry. Or maybe there wouldn’t be. According to the school administrators, us student-athletes had it easy and shouldn’t complain. In fact, we should. "You can take them off." you said running your hands up your body as her eyes watched you in want.She got up from her spot and first went for your shorts slipping them off you to show your black lace panties. She then worked her way up as you felt her finger tips graze your skin and pulled up your shirt as you lifted your arms letting it come off easier. She eyed your breasts as you grabbed her hands pressing them to your breasts as she looked up towards you."I give you permission to do. Did you know that a search for anal sex on Google produces over 3,600,000 responses?" No." I lied. To be more precise, it was 3,660,000 responses on the day I made my search. I'd anticipated this request from Jason, so as suggested by one of the articles on the subject, I'd been practicing. It took a while, but I could now control the interior sphincter muscle, the autonomous one just inside the exterior sphincter muscle. Yep, you guessed it. I used my fingers, usually while showering. At first.