I wish you were here.Jerome: That's good slut, you should be turned on right now. But I don't want you to orgasm until we meet Thursday. I want you pr...med and ready.Me: Oh god, I hope I can hold off.Jerome: You better slut, or you will not get this dick.Me: Okay, I will manage. Can I ask about condoms?Jerome: What about them?Me: Can you wear them when you have me? I am not on the pill, and I don't want to get pregnant.Jerome: I don't really like wearing condoms.Me: Oh please. My husband has had. Paige knew she was safe as the other staff were busy preparing that nights meal and did not need to access the fridge. Although she was no where near orgasm, Paige still felt excited as she rubbed and pinched her pleasure spot and in response her fingers became more and more moist from the juices that began to leak onto her knickers and hand. Soon Paige was becoming closer and closer to orgasm, and just as she let out a soft moan, the doors hinges squeaked and Ian stood still, trying to figure. She scratched her territory into his back with her newly manicured nails, she moaned as his lips scurried across her neck and down to her stomach, then slowly and superbly downwards towards her hips and pelvis. Paul erotically enjoyed the pain as it was intimately and precisely followed by a generously proportioned dose of satisfaction. She knew he was engrossed by her persuasive charm as she felt his pride and ambition, it was generous, bountiful, and at it’s peak. It was now or it would be. For a moment you allow yourself to be angry, but after 15 minutes your normal, cheerful mood comes back to you and you begin to form a plan to fix things up. But who are you exactly?Your name is Emily Roden. You are coming from a middle-class family. You definitely aren't rich, but you live quite comfortable life. You parents have enough money to pay for a local college. Thing is, you don't want to go the local college, you want to go to one of the best in the country. It's not like you.