I had to give Tonya a proper thank you and explain my behavior. Tonya was staring at me. I could see her feelings were hurt. I felt awful. Taking a de...p breath, I said, "Tonya I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be ungrateful. It really was the greatest blow job I've ever experienced in my entire life." Tonya smiled at me. I forced myself to smile back and said, "I acted the way I did because I'm disappointed and ashamed. I desperately wanted to prove to you and Kelly that I could control myself." I. Her head hurt. Her vision was blurry. She wasn't sure what had happened. As she lay there for a few minutes and her sight returned, she looked around. She was in her dorm single. At first she couldn't remember much, but her memory returned quickly.She sat up. What had happened? It had been a Sunday night and she was on her way to the library to do some studying ... mostly studying the guy behind the counter whose name she'd forgotten. She passed a blue van in the parking lot near the gym, and. As I did this I noticed the view. Behind the bar was a wall of mirror. I often used it to sneak peeks at women at the bar while I was busy making drinks. I nudged Maria to turn around and look. As she turned and opened her eyes, I kissed her neck softly. Her breathing and a low moan was proof enough, she loved it. I wrapped both my hands around her, one on her stomach, the other cupping her breast and gently pinching her excited nipples. As I continued, Maria held onto the bar with both hands. She was standing at a very ornate door in the Penthouse of the most expensive district in the city. She hadn't even been sure that the doorman would let her in, despite the code word she'd been given. He had, pointing her to the elevator and telling her which floor.The voice on the other end of the phone had haunted the girl ever since she'd called. Filled her dreams and making her wake with a soaked, swollen puss, sweaty and aroused in the mornings. Finally, she lifted one delicate hand and.