No movement at all. But whats going on, I can only barely hear with the hood on, so I really don’t know if my Mistress is beside me or even in the ...ame house as I am. Seems like I’ve laid here for hours, when all of a sudden I feel something start touching my cock, it must be Mistress. I would recognize her perfect technique anywhere, she has blessed slave with a little oral attention. I moan though the tiny opening of the ring gag. When she thinks I’ve reach my point of cumming she. Lovers. Even my love life was confusing. When was I going to see Lissa again?I dropped my paper in the basket at the door of the auditorium where Dr. Bychkova was about to lecture to yet another sleeping class. I’d just settled into my seat when the TA announced over the PA that I was supposed to report to the Dean’s office immediately after class. Of course he had to announce it over the PA because he didn’t have the foggiest idea who I was, so half a dozen kids who do know me swiveled in. What you said earlier about girls. It’s twice as bad with the guys.”“How do you mean?” I questioned.“Well, if you’re not pretty, the boys don’t want to have anything to do with you, if you’re average looking, you don’t have any girlfriends or boyfriends and if you are pretty, the boys all expect you to put out on the first day, and the other pretty girls don’t like you and call you a slut or something because you put out...”“Since you obviously fit in the third category, explain that pretty. There were threeboys looking down at her and laughing. "Fucking queer," said one of the boys and reach down unbuckled herraincoat belt. "I know what these fags want!"He turned Leda over and pulled her hands behind her back and tied them upwith the belt. "Hold his head," he said to the other boy as he liftedLeda up by the hips into a kneeling position. He grabbed the skirts ofher shiny black raincoat and her denim skirt and then pulled down hersilk panties. She knew he was pulling down his.