Dennis.Dennis appeared to be the personification of the waiting room, carrying as he did no perceptible hint of personality or character save the fain... whiff of detergent and antiseptic, as well as the slightly shabby air of a well thumbed Sunday supplement. He had an irritating and apparently unnecessary habit of pushing his completely immobile black rimmed glasses back onto his face with his middle finger and a definite problem with pronouncing the letter 'r'. He was as anonymous as this. Everyone moves out of the way, and watched him with concern.While all this is going on Scott turns back to the game, and kills Steve's character, ending the game. "Hey! What the fuck, Scott?!" someone yells. Everyone then looks over to see Scott trying to claim the win at the registration table. Sarah sees this, and becomes furious.She cringes in anger. Then Steve begins to wheeze, and Sarah turns back. Tears start to roll down her cheeks. Just then, someone hands them a bottle of water. "Here. I could feel the walls of my pussy contract over and over as the orgasm subsided, and the shivers down my spine made me jerk helplessly in the bonds. I couldnt tell where she was- she was completely silent now- but I knew she was watching. Please… Maybe earlier I would have despaired over how fragile my voice sounded, but in the aftermath of what had just happened I could have cared less. I had reached some sort of emotional plateau, I was no longer afraid, only exhausted. I doubted any. I did challenge him by saying 'if i yell loud enough people will come to see what's going on.' 'NO they want,' countered Bill, 'my fellow dorm mates know that I like to fuck rough and would just stand out side the door waiting to see who came out.' Bill than said 'I know you bare going some where to fuck, so let's be quick, I want to fuck and you've got the pussy so drop your pants and get on your knees.' I slowly got out of my sweats and laid them on the bed, I knelt down with my butt towards.