Her class load was the maximum allowed for any undergraduate student, but she handled the class work with ease. By school rules, she was required to l...ve in a dorm her first year, experiencing the exhilaration of taking another step to being an adult. Paul called her nearly every evening, and they spent at least one weekend evening together. From time to time, Sandy did attend some social function with one of her classmates, but she made it perfectly clear to each that any relationship that may. It came as a small relief when all he did was penetrate her arse and pump away until he filled her bowels with his plentiful seed. Then she was returned to her cage and the door was locked, though she wasn't shackled by the ankle as she had expected. Her heart sank with the realisation that she was to be sold, and this time the Emir would not rescue her.'Rescue, ' she thought, 'Fine rescue that was. A year of being a sex slave to his butler.'She had no idea how much worse a fate could have been. ‘I guess you were awakened by the garage door too,’ Ashley said as she came into the kitchen and took the chair opposite her brother. ‘I see there isn’t any leftover breakfast, so I guess we’ll have to make our own. Mom and Dad must be planning to stop for something on the road.’ ‘I made some coffee,’ Brad said while surveying his sister’s dress for the day. She was wearing a camisole and panties, both made of black lace. Although he couldn’t tell for sure, he supposed that was all she was. She hoped he would not mention it to anybody else. She smiled and walked out of the room. She hurried out of the building and went into her car. She hoped that Mr. Loge was not going to be a problem.She did her errands and relaxed at her house. She knew what she did was not a good thing. How could she do such a wicked thing. Having sex with a dementia patient. She could lose her license and her job. What in the hell was she doing?Unfortunately, she had a fetish for old men. Old men made her.