"The fear of leaving a safe place."The need to know the answers without the willpower to find them was disconcerting him. He felt powerless, unable to...focus or concentrate. His mind wandered to all sorts of worst case scenarios for himself, for the farm, for his family, for the people he had vowed to save and protect ... They came at him rapid fire as a sort of high speed nightmare-scape. He felt a weight of pressure upon his chest and shoulders, as if another person were sitting on his. Maybe it was because I liked the subjects better, or there weren't as many girls to distract me. It could have been my start to the day, even though that was hours before I had arrived on campus. I really didn't know. What I did know was I was worn out, but in a good mood. Heading back to my dorm to drop off my books, I found myself looking around at the other students. Most of them were bent over with heavy packs and looked as worn as I felt, or they might have had more studies ahead of them. They had a 17 years old son. I told her about my life and how was my experience of living in Mumbai. She was intrigued to know more, so we exchanged contacts. We texted one another once a day or so. A good decent friendship had built up.One morning as I woke up, I went to my balcony and she was there too. She was looking in my direction. We both smiled at each other. Suddenly, she took her phone and signaled me to do the same.She sent me a message:“Expecting another draft?” with a tongue-out. As I finger your ass, knowing that I am causing you both extreme pain and pleasure, I reach around with my other hand and place a vibrator on your clit. You instantly yelp at the burst of sensation. After only a short few seconds you near orgasm, your breathing heavy, your tears of pain becoming moans of pleasure. Just as you reach the point of climax it all stops - I remove my fingers from your ass and remove the vibrator.I walk to your front, marveling at the beauty that is your body. .