This gave me a chance to "dress up" a couple of days and I had to come upwith a way to hide my female clothes and accessories around the house. Iknew ...ventually that Jena would want to come back to my apartment. Thiswasn't going to be an easy task - to hide them and make them accessibleas well. I also needed to do a deep cleaning as well.I decided to have fun with the task and wore my black French uniform onWednesday. On Thursday, I wore my purple one. It makes cleaning so muchmore enjoyable.. I could not see who owned the first male member to enter my mouth, but it was long thin and rock hard, it was pushed as far down my throat it could go till I gagged and it was withdrawn. Again it was reinserted time and again till my throat sphincter relaxed and allowed the invader to slide into my throat proper. My eyes bulge and bulked wide open as I struggled for a gulp of air. Once it was pulled from my throat I begin to puke my guts up and not able to get a good breath. I was moved to. Standing toe to toe with him, she became aware of her chest rising and falling fast beneath her bodice, the tops of her breasts quivering with fury and a passion she cursed herself for feeling. His eyes lowered, gaze lingering on her trembling flesh. Inside that gaze, she recognized a ravenous hunger, a blue flame that burned both hot and wild...Lying there in bed I could feel my own bra-less breasts respond to the words on the page in front of me. My own nipples tighten and the flesh get heavy. I somehow got the strength to try to fight him. I sloppilypushed my hands at him. "Get off of me!" He pinned both my arms behind my head with one hand. I gave up fighting. He was too strong for me. I lay there with him on top of me unable to do anything about it.I sobbed to myself.Even if I could have screamed who would have heard me? The music was loud downstairs.We were two floors away. I thought about what Kate had said. Don't drink, and don't trustthe guys at the party. They only want.