Now I had plans to make another one of her curiousities become real so she will no longer be curious about ... I had called couple people I have known...since I traveled to Indonesia and everything was perfect. I had Rica come over my place and since she loves to be tied up and domianated . She was tied with her arms over her head and legs spread wide and tied to the bedpost. I had been teasing Rica for about a 1/2 an hour when there was a knock at my door. Rica looked at me as if to say what did. They dressed themselves. And as they dressed, I cried into the stinking mattress. I cried so hard.I heard the white man ask Alberto, ’What’s her problem?’Alberto said, ’She is new to this. Give her time. She will get better.’I felt so trapped. I felt my heart and body in bondage to this man. I could not explain to myself the grip he had on me. It was his fault that I was whoring. His fault! How could he be without mercy? How could he not see that my love for him was pure?After they left, he. In looking in the mirror, i did not exactly recognize the person staring back at me. Although, the very strong vodka and lemonade may have played a part. She poured a round of tequila shots and we were off. I'm thinking she's getting me a little drunk but who cares it's Friday.it's fortunately a short walk to the fraternity house as heels and sidewalks are not a match made in heaven. We can hear the music from a block away and it looks like a crazy crowded party. It seems like my roommate knows. “Y-yes?” I had no idea what was going on. An equation was written on the board, along with some notes I really should have been taking.“Is everything alright? You seem a bit distracted,” he said.I quickly pulled out my notebook and began copying everything on the board. “Yeah,” I muttered, “Everything’s fine.”He smirked. “Alright, well, try to pay more attention, okay?”I nodded and blushed.As I watched him, I drifted off again; back to him fucking me on his desk. I felt myself becoming wet, and.