I followed what he said, then he told me to just follow what the note inside says.When I opened the bag, I was shocked to see a pair of red high heel ...tilettos, a micro mini skirt that seemed to be only 4 inches long, and a small school blouse with a pink tie to match it, the note said to wear this outfit and don’t wear any panty or bra inside. And that if I didn’t agree, they will show the whole school and my family the video they made of me. The note also told me to fiz my long black hair,. We fell in love. Impossibly in love. Shit, I’ll admit it – it was the sex at first, nothing but the sex. We were like two a****ls that first couple of weeks. We made love in the library, in the stacks between the high rows of leathered volumes…on the college’s common at midnight…fucked under the shower in the women’s locker room in the Athletics Center…on a professor’s desk after a Philosophy lecture…and of course in our rooms. We were a perfect match — it was only years later that I realized. I showed him my parts and his fingers worked on my clit until I came. That was all we could do that time.A few days later we had another opportunity and he’d been thinking about sex. “You made me feel real good by sucking on my parts. Would it make you feel good if I did it to you?” He quickly found out and got his first lesson in cunnilingus and proudly got an even bigger orgasm out of me than his fingers had produced.He began sneaking into my room after his parents were asleep on days we. Tim looked at her. She was smoking a thin hand rolled cigarette, taking slow deep pulls on it that seemed to burn away a quarter of it each time. As she finished it she pinched out the end and trod it out under her boot. She half turned, a shaft of light from a van nearby fell across her. He saw that around her neck she wore a gold necklace with the name ‘Sasha’. She caught his look as his gaze travelled down from the necklace to the gap in her overalls. She smiled again and shook her head..