“Luc, Gem, this is my roommate, Desmond Cromwell.” He said, beaming.“Pleased to meet you. Both of you,” I said.“Now that introductions are o...er with, what brings you to campus, Gemma?” Nathaniel asked, laughing.“Just wanted to check out the new meat arriving, is all.” She grinned.“Gemma goes to an all-girls school a few towns over,” Lucien explained, throwing an arm around her. “And with all that estrogen flying about, poor Gemma here, gets a bit deprived for male companionship.” His hand. Her face is an inch or so from mine, so I stick out my long tongue and she starts sucking on it like she would a cock.She started with a steady pace but soon she is grinding frantically, her hips sliding back and forth as fast as she can.“Oh, yes!” She groans. “Going to cum again! Going to come again. Fuck yes. Fuck yes, I am cumming, fucking cumming!” she bleats as she continues to grind on as her whole body shakes as she orgasms yet again.********Tom is continuing to fuck you hard and deep. I could feel heat. I was combed, cut, brushed,filed, buffed, painted and plucked. All the while I could hear muffledconversations and laughter. It was hard to imagine that the laughterwasn't directed at Blossom and me. You feel so vulnerable and paranoidwhen your senses are limited. Like the way I feel in bondage.The ear plugs were removed and Sara whispers in my ear, "Peek-a-boo!Ready to see the new you?" Then the tape was pulled from my eyes.My eyes had to adjust to the bright lights and took. "It was Walt who started them off. "Ninety-nine bottles of beer on thewall, ninety-nine bottles of beer-eer, if one of those bottles shouldhappen to fall..." Ninety-eight bottles of beer on the wall!" Phoebe chimed in, and Marcia,shrugging, surrendering to the inevitable, added her voice to the mix.They got it down to sixty-three bottles, their voices already wavering.At least, sighing, Phoebe offered the observation that it wasn't nearlyas much fun as it looked like on television. "It's really.