He started working in and out of her ass but not with the same force he had pummeled her pussy. He made sure to go deep with every thrust and only pul...ed about halfway out each time. She was moaning and moving her head as he plowed her ass.He neared his end but wanted her to cum again as well. He reached for the vibrator and slipped it into her pussy as deep as it would go. Then reaching for the remote, he thumbed the slider to the halfway position. The effect on her was overwhelming. She. “Ha! Worried I might see your knickers?” I smiled cheekily until. “Not really. They’re at home”. That was a mood swinger. I coyly looked away and opened the cupboard with the tubular bandages. “Okay I just need to take your shoe off”. I reached over, gently lifted her foot and carefully untied the laces; before slowly opening her trainer up so it was as loose as possible and said...“Sorry if this hurts at all” as I took her trainer off. “Is your car a manual or automatic?” I asked to distract. She used to have her book on her palms, rather up in the air, and have casual looks to men. Well, I’d better say young guys. Sounds like a cougar, huh? I thought so, too. The problem for her is that most of the guys were just looking to their smartphones. Everyone except me, of course. I was lucky enough to have some eye contacts with her every once in a while. And one time the bus was crowded enough so that sitting right beside her looked casual enough. Casual, just like the way she used to. Black students and White students along with Hispanics and Asians were expected to behave like gentlemen, or else. I established the Men’s Center as a place where male students could go to receive counseling if they needed it. Most colleges in America have Women’s Centers. Places where women received individual help and support. I intended to do the same for men. Like I said, I spared no expenses. I looked after Hyperion Tech and the Lord aided me in my struggle. The first year, we had five.