If you notice on the drawing, there’s a wet bar over in the corner here. Our furniture from here will do for the short term, though we’ll need a n...ce big dining room table, and beds, dressers, and stuff for the guest bedrooms in the basement.”“And you can afford all that stuff?” she asked.“Between what I have saved, what you guys are going to pay in rent, and what I earn from my computer work, I’ll be fine. I already have a segregated account that has enough money for two more years at IIT,. A wave of submission sweeps over me when we are together now.Another change is her language. She talks rough and dirty and calls me names as she fucks me. "Take my cock, take it all, Faggot!" she hisses. "Tell me you love my cock!" Surprisingly, I found the degrading talk very exciting. My heart pounds as she takes my ass for her pleasure. She pulls my hair and slaps my ass cheeks until they red. All the while barking obscenities at me and punishing my asshole with her artificial yet beautiful. I finally got to visit her at her parents’ apartment, in one of the grand downtown buildings miles away, and light years removed, from the crowded two-bedroom flat where all five of our family lived. I had the excuse of delivering printer’s proofs for review. She had been elected editor for the final issue of the magazine for her senior year. Her room was light and friendly, with low shelves and nothing that she could not reach from her wheelchair, with lowered lightswitches and counterweighted. I followed her out of the restaurant, and into her car."Can you drive me home for a minute? I need my workout clothes," I asked."Sure," she replied I could feel her body revving up even higher.I went up to my apartment, into my bedroom, and opened the drawer with my workout clothes. I changed quietly into a pair of black rowing shorts, and sweats. I threw my wallet and keys into a small waist bag and went out to her car. Before I closed the door, I felt I should make one last try."Are you.