The stud pulled out with no consideration for the fallen goddess who was in tears of pain and pleasure, whimpering and begging "Please take my ass, pl...eeeeassseee!!!" she wailed, thinking of her destroyed frontal hole. He picked her up, turned her around and raising what was her skirt, stabbed her virgin hole like he was trying to kill her, Madina was crying by now, she didn't know how to react to the paroxysms of pleasure she was getting; fucked in front of her worshipper whom she would not. " Well," he said with a smile, "you are sure old enough to know better. Meg's pretty smart you know, bossy too." Yep, I'm used to women running things. My Ma did and so did my wife, gave me one check at a time." You better be," Meg's father said. "The girls, all three of them like to run things; ran my soda fountain from time to time. Tried to run the store too, moved things around, did displays, suggested changes. Pretty good at it, and of course, being good looking didn't hurt none." She. Nothing! Letting out the breath I’d been holding, I lean my head out the door and scan the hallway, paying close attention to the stairs that connect Tim’s floor to mine. Where the hell is he? I ask myself as I step out further into the hallway, my entire body on high alert in case he jumps out at me and drags me to his dingy apartment; yes he’s that sick in the head. I feel someone behind me and turn around, my hands in fists ready to fight off his advances; however it’s just Kelly, dressed. She was a big girl. Taller than me and big boned. Not fat, just built like an Amazon with large breasts and a matching substantial backside. We sat side by side in the hard plastic chairs, sometimes talking and other times just studying. We became friendly but I refrained from asking her out, maybe next semester. I already had too much going on with Lynn, Sue and studying.I boarded the train with only the clothes on my back. I had plenty of clothes to wear in my closet at home. The train ride.