Then she asked me if I wore a condom. God, I didn't even think about that. I told her I never carry condoms because we never use them and I never plan...ed on having sex with another woman. That's when she asked if they had a condom machine in the restroom. I replied that they probably did but I never got any.She told me that was all she was going to say for now. She told me I could sleep in the spare bedroom until she decided what she was going to do. I needed to get checked for S.T.D.'s before. Strands of slimy cum covered the abused hole and Ann could see dark streaks around the pink asshole. Ann wasn't in the greatest of shape herself, having given herself to her torturer two days ago. She wondered if the girl got off on this as much as she did."When she's not in here getting fucked, whipped or otherwise tortured, she's been kept in a cage just big enough for her body. " Rita indicated a metal cage in the corner that Ann frankly couldn't see how the girl could fit into. She. After about four straight forehands into the net, my coached yelled, “Hey dickhead, what is wrong with you, get your shit together”. His request was not ignored and I quickly picked my game up and got into that mental state where nothing matters, where every shot hits the line and kicks off of it with great topspin. I did not want it to end, but all good things come to an end. My coach brought us together and broke us out.As I was packing up my stuff I saw Zack, he was sweating profusely from. After walking all over campus, thinking, I went back to my dorm,resolved.I took a shower and shaved my body. Back in my room, I rubbed on ascented lotion. I put on black panties and rolled pantihose up my legs. Abra, small breast inserts, then a black dress with a flower print. Iworked on my hair and did my makeup as best as I could. A pair ofpractical low heel pumps and I was ready. Always before, I would sneakoutside. Tonight, there was no point. I looked in my mirror. "My life isa failure. A.