Your strong hands rip off my t-shirt and thong – the only clothes you let me wear – and I feel the rough wood against my bare skin. I feel your ha...ds on my hips as you force yourself inside me. I gasp as you brutally pump your cock in and out, bringing us both closer to the edge. Your fingers grip my hipbones with one hand, as you press down over my mouth with the other hand, muffling my mingled sobs and moans. Your grunts get louder and you start thrusting faster and faster, until finally we. “Start in room 442,” one of them said, motioning to the door of Conklin’s office.I asked the bellhop to take Wei and Jia, the two girls, to my suite and tried to hand him a small gold coin as a tip. He refused politely, explaining that it was his honor to show us to our suite. I knocked on the door across the hall. “Enter,” someone called out. When they saw it was me, they pointed to the hastily assembled cubicle that was Conklin’s office.“There you are,” he said happily. “All but three of the. Jumping up I quickly looked towards the house, nothing, then I heard one of the neighbours talking. With a sigh I settled back on the lounger.Before I could close my eyes again, I heard the unmistakable sound of high heels on a wooden floor coming from Tracy's house.I stood and began to walk back to the house. Tracy was standing in the doorway, one hand resting on the frame, as the other held her handbag down low. She tilted her head as she watched me walk towards her. As I reached the door. I told him to go sleep it off, that he was being obnoxious, and I turned and went about my business. I was about to leave when this very pretty girl came up to me and said, "Is it true about Pete?" Is what true?" That he is the hottest stud on campus? That he has females line up to go to bed with him... coeds... teachers... teacher's wives?" I have no idea, and I really don't care. Where did you hear that?" My ex roommate dated him and all but became his slave. She swore all of that was true..