I don’t blame the school for watching its back. However, I think some really unscrupulous individuals took advantage of the paranoia and uncertainty...that fills intercollegiate sports in America to seize power and use it to abuse others. That’s just my two cents of the matter. An insider’s take on the whole thing, if you will. Yeah, life was tough for me. I mean, between the sky-high expectations of my overachieving parents and the daily hell of school, I wasn’t having a good time. And listening. Now, become my slaves."With that, Jenny and I each reached for the other. I lovingly slipped the collar around Jenny's neck and, at the same time, felt the cool leather of my collar, as Jenny placed it around my own throat. I could feel tears welling up once again as powerful emotions moved through me. I had never felt as close to Jenny as I did at that moment.I was also starting to feel aroused again. My body was alight with the sensitivity that my earlier release had brought, and seeing. She knew the thought of seducing Yvette was hopeless. But she couldn't stop her blood from racing when Yvette leaned back to stretch, clasping her arms above her head, yawning, arching her back and pushing her breasts forward so that the buttons on her blouse strained. They weren't large breasts, and she wore a very hard kind of bra, apparently again to discourage leering speculation, but when she stretched they pushed out enough to make Laura's pulse throb in her throat; and, though she tried. There was no woman in sight till 4.15. Then I saw a taxi stopping and out stepped the most glamorous woman I had ever seen. Sunita was ravishing to look at. Every part of her body was asking tobe touched…to be caressed…to be loved. She was wearing a light pink saree and her blouse was the same colourand without any sleeves. I could see her breasts clearly outlined under the blouse…they stood out proudly under the drapes of her saree. Her figure was perfect like the coke bottle that every woman.