My fingers slowly stroking as I imagine she can see me watching her. My focus moves slowly from one picture to the next my imagination bringing her t... life as I see her move from one position to the next as each piece of clothing falls away. In my head I can hear her whispering my name, her voice and accent so exotically different from what I hear daily on the streets outside. My hand slides up and down slowly as I focus on the next image. A close up of her bared breasts and my heart beats. "Then you are familiarwith what I'm about to do." NO!....., I've never worn makeup before you stupid bitch. Why do youthink I'm strapped down in this chair like this. You really think allthese straps would be necessary if I wanted to put on makeup? What doyou think I am, some kind of faggot?" he hissed at her trying to stareher down."Mr. Hastings please. I don't think there is anything wrong with youbeing a faggot, but my opinion of your personal lifestyle is notimportant. I feel making you and. I felt her hand grope from my thigh until it rested on my cock, which she squeezed through my jeans.She let go and turned towards me so we were face on and kissed me. We started french kissing passionately as I felt her undo my fly and reach in and start to play with my cock. I stopped her and pulled my jeans off and top, until I was naked, while she took her top and bra off. I got back on the bed and started to suck on her nipples while she wanked me. She was whispering to me how much her. " I entered the room and could hear the water running in the shower. Unlike my room, which was uncomfortably warm, her room was a comfortable temperature. The radio was playing softly on the student-targeted FM rock station. Cat Stevens was playing. I made myself comfortable, sat on the bed that I guessed was hers, and waited for her to emerge from the bathroom. When she emerged, her hair was still wet and she was wrapped in a white terrycloth robe. She looked more radiant than I had ever seen.