The whip came across my ass and upper thighs, stinging. I squirmed. More than anything, it was an itch I could not scratch. She continued tantalizing ...e. I felt the heat and the tingling but it was doing nothing for me sexually. Diana removed the leather g-string, staring into my eyes as she massaged my cock.“I know you can control yourself. You are suppose to be natural,” she said, noting my cock was as soft as a baby’s ass. “I am being natural. This is not it for me,” I replied. She gave me a. ”“Title Achieved: First Leveller! You were the first one to level up. Isn’t that just fantastic? Take two more level-ups for your trouble.”“Congratulations! You reached level five!”“Level up reward: One appearance slot!”“Level up reward: One appearance slot!”I couldn’t take anything further than that mentally. The constant barrage of messages made my head hurt and I mentally signalled to close the tab or whatever this was. The messages stopped as ordered and I came face to face with a menu that. Tom had a joy in ordering him around and reminding him that he was a masseur and Dez was just a cleaner. One morning, Tom made Dez sweep the reception area whilst he kept a sharp eye on him. They heard Cornelia approaching and Tom snatched the broom and chased Dez out of sight. ‘Tom, why are you sweeping?’ Cornelia asked. ‘Oh, I just saw some dust and thought I would do it. That black guy is really too slow and shoddy.’ ‘he is still new. But that is the right attitude Tom. Thanks.’ Cornelia. Other residents eyed his food hungrily as he walked through the dorm lobby. There was a lot of commotion, but Waylon was mostly oblivious and deep in thought as he walked to the stairwell and made the short climb to the second floor where he lived. He was constantly amazed at how many students would ride the elevator to only go up one floor. He was startled out of his reverie by a hand belonging to a campus police officer."This floor is restricted to residents only."Waylon blinked. He struggled.