August 27- Yesterday I moved in and last night had my first beer. There’s a black bitch from Jamaica across the hall that I will slug if I get the c...ance. She threatened me after I stepped in front of her in line today. But I was late so I had no choice. My roommate thinks she’s a voodoo priestess but I don’t believe in that crap. August 28- first day of class. I have the black priestess in one of my classes. What terrible luck. But as bad as that is I think I found the guy of my dreams. Steve. We could do this for hours until he begged like a little boy to let him cum. That's when I'd finally suck him to completion... when we were both high as a kite sexually. We did this for months. Months!! And I never once let him fuck me. Why? Because he wanted to so badly and that denial gave me so much power over him. I knew instinctively that if we fucked, the dynamic would change. So instead, we took oral sex to some incredible heights. Have you ever heard of snow balling? Well that is a game. I tried to vary it a bit by using different panties from my collection and still borrowed the odd pair extra from my mother’s panty drawer. No part-time job, no girlfriend, no real excitement.Around mid-week, I decided to walk down into the town as I needed some more components for my current project. I went down through the allotment gardens on the shortcut route. My mother had some time ago given up her plot, not able to keep up the work needed to continue producing vegetables since she. And then the call from Aunt Myrtle. Her car broke down on a lonely farm road. Although the old woman was very independent, she refused to work on a car. It's not feminine, she said. This is the same woman who can dig up a new garden like it’s nothing. As if that is feminine. Aunt Myrtle has been a widow for the past eight years now and has been living alone in her house right next to the river.But in any case, now her car was stuck and someone would have to go and fetch her. He immediately got.