..uh, just started masturbating last week,” Tom said. “So you can come?”“Uh, huh.”“Well great. Just keep doing what you’re doing to my c...nt.” By this time Tom had nearly his whole small hand inside her pussy, managing to move things around without losing contact with her clit. She had no idea how a boy so young and inexperienced could manipulate a clit so well and found herself beginning to breath very heavily, the cunt-vibrations starting. But she didn’t want to cum just yet so she unlatched. , Bowling Green, Ohio, on a beautiful early May evening I recognized him — Rod Munroe, aka 'Surfer Rod', aka 'Blond Rod'. Our paths had crossed in 1988/89 at OSU when Rod and I had lived in the same dorm during our freshman year at the University. Although we had never become close friends, we were acquaintances and due to an odd quirk of fate got to know quite a bit about the other during that year.Rod Scouries and Rod Munroe had both arrived on campus in Columbus in September 1988, both tall. You are still owed more of anexplanation, but to tell you that part, I need even more privacy than acorner table will allow."Seeing that Melissa was wearing her name tag, Lois asked, "Don't youhave to be at work, Melissa?"Melissa smiled. "Lois, guest relations is part of my job. And you werea dissatisfied guest. So I AM at work. And that's why you can put awayyour money. New York New York is paying for this breakfast."They walked through the hotel, engaging mostly in small talk.Occasionally. In their marriage, she had been the giver. She quit her jobto move with him to Cincinnati. She was prepared to have his children,back before they found out he was infertile. She cooked most of themeals.That was going to change. She was in charge now.Soon, he would find that out.* * *The next day, the four of them walked through the mall, the women infront, the guys tagging along sheepishly behind them. It was as if theyhad adopted the lifestyle already, and were meekly following theirMistresses.