He liked to keep me in the dark. He had left me here again to make me beg for him. Just that night he told me that my treat was that I could sleep in ...ed with him instead of on my cold hard cot. He had never tied me up in the dark before, knowing it would frighten me because of my horrible childhood. I loved him and trusted him even when he hurt me. He never gave me any reason to fear him but this was very different. I felt something sharp press into my breast in the darkness and I yelped, His. I met this other freshman gal named Carrie. Carrie was a cute BBW with chestnut brown hair. We danced (if you could call it that). Back in '96, we called it "bump 'n grind." We started kissing on the dance floor and Carrie came back to my dorm room. I had already popped my BBW cherry first semester with a gal named Angie. So I knew I liked their figures and that I could have a lot of fun with them. Carrie was no exception! I remember we did a lot more kissing on my bed before we. I'll open my legs just enough for him to fantasize about my hot cunt and on an occasion, will slowly caress my crotch, teasing him even more. One day this past month when it was especially hot outside, I went out to lay on my chair when I saw Jason watching me through his window. I thought it was about time I met him in person ( we always exchanged greetings ) and called for Joe to come out. Looking over at Jason and mentioning him to Joe, "You think maybe I could meet that young man for some. ‘Oui, monsieur, with Napoleon flitting about to Egypt or Austria or Russia or Lord knows where, I’m afraid France has become rather boring. I eagerly accepted your invitation and welcomed it as a respite from my tedious duties of the empire.’, she returned the curtsey. General Washington took her hand and kissed it, ‘In the name of Rex, King of Mardi Gras, and Baccus, Lord of Wine, I welcome you and commend you into the special care of Monsieur de Bergerac. Eat, drink and be merry …’ She took.