"Bad boy," I think I wrote. Very, very bad boy.**My non-major courses in college sucked. I was whizzing my advertising courses and business management...classes, but things like History and Polysci were the death of me. I'd spend the entire time imagining elaborate ways to torture men or writing short stories about kidnappings and turning boyfriends into sex slaves.That quarter I was between relationships, rushing a sorority and on the tennis team, so I didn't have much time to pursue my interest. Now, lean down and get a closer look.’ She did as she was told, instinctively reaching to hold the cock steady. With her aunt at her side, Amanda’s fear started to melt away. She slid her hands up and down the shaft feeling the thick veins. It was so hard it reminded her of the water pipe in the corner of her apartment. She gently poked her index finger in his pee hole. ‘Is this where he pee’s from?’ she innocently asked her aunt. ‘Yes, but there’s something else that comes out of there. It’s. A smile appeared on her face. It might have been the first real smile in a long time.She brought her knees up higher. Her creamy skin glistened with the beads of perspiration building. Her body seemed on fire. She found herself biting her lips and her fingers traced down her belly and over her hips. Small circles that touched and came away gently, only to return with a firmer caress. Her undulating hips moved in a frenzied tempo.Her entire body cried out. A thunderous roar bellowed from deep. I wanted to smack her, she was so mean, but I also think there’s something buried in side of her that is aching to come out. Not unlike myself and your brother!” Cyndi’s face was animated, her voice excited, as she sat down and opened her lunch. Glancing over at Niki, sitting in her robe, she smiled.“So, you liked that, didn’t you? Everyone was sure you were humiliated, but I thought I could see you were aroused. Tell me true. Oh, and you know how you are supposed to eat your lunch now,.