Screwed up inside because I hadn’t been screwed like I had hoped to be last night. Screw Callum for choosing the boys over my body. Bloody male bond...ng my arse. How can that seriously compete with my pussy or my arse for that matter?Fucking class J, subsection JJ, Public Administration, I was on the point of giving up. My vibrator was a better option in my dorm room. Finally, Policies and Decision Making, I’d be making a frickin decision on Callum’s balls when I next see him, I was thinking, a. The camp fridge he had gotten for Catie to use before the appliances were delivered found a new home in the playroom. He surveyed the room when he was done. With somewhat startled shock, he realized this room would truly be a ‘play’ room…not a dungeon to be used for punishment or pain. Any play done in this room would be just that…play. He knew without a doubt that he could never hurt Caitlin in any way. Their roles as Master and slave would be that of sexual submission rather than a true 24/7. Pause. Something steadies you, but you’re not sure what. Hair whips you in the face as you quickly turn your head to see what was behind you. It’s gone now. The music and bonfires are just down the beach. Very distracting. Holding position is of paramount importance. You must behave if you want to stay upright. Be good…You are growing impatient.Tick, tock. This is taking a while, and you are developing an itch. Metaphorically, of course. You’ve waited patiently long enough. You are biting your. I didn't smile no matter how much I wanted to. I signaled Traci to throw her new vault, then told the judges.This time Traci's run still reminded me of a bull moose, but a bull moose that wasn't going to get stopped by anything short of a bigger bull moose. Traci did a roundoff onto the springboard and exploded into the air. She landed on her hands on the table, exploded again and twisted a complete rotation before her perfect landing. Now I smiled."Bastard," she said between clenched teeth.