It was worth putting off studying for midterms just to be there in the joy of winning the last game of the season.Sunday, though, everyone in the casa...was focused on studying, including Whitney. Dawn came over to study biology with Angela and me. I was a little surprised when Cathy came with her. She'd only spoken to me once since the party. I think Dawn had been a little overwhelmed, as well. She'd spent the night naked in our Valentine-decorated bedroom as several pairs and triples celebrated. She had grilled him over breakfast trying to discover what he had done wrong. Like any woman she had naturally assumed it was the man’s fault and was determined to pry the information from him. After getting the truth from him, she had declared that it was his fault and that he should make amends.On top of everything else that had gone wrong, he had stopped by the school to feed his lobsters only to discover that the habitat was empty. He had no idea how they could have managed to escape. He. And yet she couldn't deny how wet her pussy was or how she was getting hornier with every command he gave, especially when he called her a slut.She slowly began to move her hips, as if there were music in the air. She grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head, revealing her small breasts. As she tossed the garment on the floor, Monica saw a hungry look in Alex's eyes as he stared at her.Next she slid her skirt down, kicking it away from herself. As she stood there, in just. I liked being taken to a cheap motel on the interstate and then waiting in the car like a common prostitute. Sitting there as he got a room, watching the rain hit the windshield, the strange thought came to me that I wished I was a prostitute. At least then I would be getting money for this humiliation and pain. I doubt the owner of the motel cared about what was going on, but that first stranger (whose name I never knew) was cautious and snuck me in, even though I'd shown him my ID proving I.