She would hang her towel up and then bend over the tub to clean it out. This afforded me a great shot of her behind and when she spread her legs just ...nough, I could get a fairly good view of her pussy lips and her asshole. I had only seen naked people in a nudist colony book my friend’s dad had hidden under his mattress. We jacked off to that many times but this was so much better, a real naked person.When she put her robe on to go to her bedroom, I would scurry to my desk and act like I was. Calling her a whore is to insult all whores. Since I maintain the façade of the gentlemanly student-athlete, she came to me the night she had a pregnancy scare. Apparently, she’d been banging so many guys that she thought she was knocked up. and she was all panicking and whining in my dormitory at five o’clock in the morning. I humored her and told her to relax. Then, I handed her some beer, hoping it would shut her up. It did, but only temporarily. Then she began whining again. She was still. "We understand, Sir. Forgive the disturbance."I returned to the hatch, and went down the stairs. A light turned on as I descended. Twenty feet down, there was a door. On the other side of the door was large room 30 feet by 30 feet. The room was a complete dungeon. It had 2 hanging cages and 2 big black X's to spread a girl on. There were also some contraptions with pulleys and gears, which were beyond me.On one wall was a vast array of devices of torture. The paddles and whips were. I hoped it would make this a little easier.So with little time I rushed out the door to class looking, I feared,very much like a girl. On my way there no one seemed to look at me likeI was out of place. Most really didn't pay me much attention, so I felta little relieved that nothing tragic was going to happen.I arrived to class just as the professor was starting and took a seat inthe back. No one seemed to take much noticed, but I did get a few stareswhich only lasted a few seconds. In the.