I used to text to her daily.We became close and occasional touching used to happen accidentally. And as days passed those touching became intentional....And I was scared to get into a relationship with her and I bluntly put my view to her. And she was totally fine with it.Then came a 3-day college tour to a hill station nearby. As usual, I and my friends started to drink in the back seat of the tour bus and were having fun. On the second day of the tour, she came to me. She said that she wanted. She could not see. She could only lay there, legs drawn up and fallen open, her ass right on the edge of the bed on that pile of pillows and towelling, waiting. Waiting.Finally she felt him pick up the first piece of extension tubing, one of the two draped over her left thigh. Felt him manipulating it as he attached the syringe filled with ten millilitres of sterile normal saline to the luer lock end. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as he did the same to the second, and then. He managed past the agony threatening to rip his consciousness away. The staggering steps got closer, Oh come on, we see you whoring at the bar all the time! How much? Under normal circumstances a few drunk guys were less than a problem for Darius. He could handle three sober guys without really straining too much. At six foot five most people didnt even bother with him. However that night Darius would have been lucky to fight off a lady bug. There was absolutely no way this would end well.. I was watching him watch me as I stripped naked. He had a hunger in his eyes that I'd seen a few times in the past. He wasn't looking to reciprocate, to give as he'd been getting. Instead, he had that predatory gleam in his eyes that I'd come to enjoy.Brandon was stroking his cock as I stripped, and when my own cock sprang into view, he seemed to give me a quick once-over. As I returned to his side, kneeling on the bed, he reached up and guided my head back into his lap. "Get back to work,.