Her parents seemed to be undocumented second-generation U.S. residents. She had been born in the Flagstaff General Hospital, and had attended high sch...ol in Sedona, Arizona. She was currently enrolled in Stanford, on a scholarship that paid her tuition and books. Ms Orgoñez was looking for additional funding for room and board expenses, and the stipend we offered. She had taken out a loan for these expenses from a commercial bank (owned by Nez Percé interests) for the first two years of her. Me to purge you of your pleasure now making for a poor performance next Friday… or are you going to allow me to fulfill your inner fantasy to have you hot and bothered for the best burst of your life next week,” she posed puckishly.“Denial,” I stammered silently.“Oh, are you sure?” She impishly served.“Yes mistress,” I played back still shy in my response.“Then I want to hear you say it,” she tested. “Tell me you really, really want me to deny you tonight.”“I really, really want you to deny me. He closed his eyes and drifted off into his trance again. I watched half heartedly, thinking more about being sucked off by a man, and wondering if it said anything about me that I had enjoyed it so much.Grant didn’t look as if he was ever going to cum. I’ll always remember his grinning, dazed expression. Poppy took a break for a moment, leaned over to me and whispered, “Jock, my jaw’s exhausted. Be a dear and take over for a while.”Before I could even begin to react to this new challenge in my. “Hey Nina, have you packed your panties yet?”“Not yet”, I replied.“Good. Don’t pack ‘em. You’re not going to be needing them.” The other boys sent messages agreeing with Rodney.I smiled and bit my lower lip as I replied, “Sure thing. If that’s what you boys want, then no panties.” I guess they want complete and unrestricted access to my pussy. They’ll probably fuck me everywhere we go. I started to pack the rest of my suitcase. We were going for 5 nights, so that meant that I would need 5.