In the morning, I felt a little better, though my pussy seemed raw and I had made a mess of my sheets and blankets. I hadn’t even managed to close m... door last night, though a quick glance revealed that none of my roommates had returned. I needed to intervene, Kate was in really serious trouble. * * * * I was panicked. Kate was clearly in way too deep, and I was beginning to think Cassie was in serious trouble too. I debated going to the provost but I held off. Kate texted me mid-morning and. Then he held me down while he unbuckled his belt and slid it out of his belt loops. As soon as it was free he doubled it over and started beating my ass. As he was beating me he was yelling at me, "Don't you ever say no to me again, god damn it. You fucking tease, you bitches are all alike. You just use men to get what you want and send them home with blue balls and think that it's just great fun. You fucking bitch!"I was crying hysterically, but he didn't care, he must have beaten my ass for. I remember the first time I saw him, even though I wasnt exactly sober, I knew he was a good fuck. The way he carried himself, the smug luck that faintly stuck on his lips, it all screamed, good lay. The fact that I was in a relationship didnt matter, sometimes I just cant help myself. Really? he asks, his voice breaking my concentration. I nod and press my body against his, kissing him again. I want nothing more than to have him fuck me, again. I feel my heart race as he pushes my legs apart. Then I began to secretly "borrow" from my mother's wardrobe lingerie, dress him and take a picture yourself. Emboldened little more, I started a page on your mail. ru, placing on the page "My World" pictures with erotic content, the similarity of those that you can see there now. Thus began the stage of my virtual communication with men who were literally overwhelm me with compliments, Candid proposal to meet, have sex, do Wirth. They took me for a girl, and I, at first, did not admit them into.