I actually saw him there, on the ground floor, mixed in with the crowd. But he looked so scared, so lost. I never got the chance to speak with him... ...ore memories come trickling back.I was on stage, watching the boys fuck those hideous bitches and somehow, they loved it? No it can’t be true ... That doesn’t seem possible, unless they’ve gone ape shit crazy.Am I misremembering that part?“Oh damn,” I feel myself turning a deep shade of red. I fucked that green one ... or I tried to ... can’t. No one, that is, except Shelly. Shelly was a willow-thin redhead who lived down the hallway from Marcella her second year of college. Shelly called everyone by a shortened version of their name and expected everyone to call her “Shell.” With her winning smile and personality, somehow Shelly could get away with that when no one else could.That wasn’t the only thing she could get away with. Shell was very openly lesbian and made no attempt to conceal her attraction to other women. “If I ever make. After a short while, Jackie had changed to sobbing rather than crying, and Lucy ordered, “Okay, Jackie, you can get up now. However, go back and stand on your naughty spot with your hands on your head and your nose pressed against the wall as I need to have a discussion with Cathy.”As Cathy watched Jackie do exactly as she was told and was once again pressing her nose against the wall, but being so obedient, she was suddenly tense as she realised that Miss Lucy was going to speak to her. What. The first inviting thing is that she did’t protest at all. By that time I know its the situation. I just pulled out both of my hands and caught her by her waist line which is very slim..and smooth for a maid. I have seen a spark in her eyes…and she felt very shy and started to pull out of my arms. I just dragged her into my arms..and closed. She said she got some work pending.. I made her walk to my bed and I said… Lets finish this work first…and it started..I first unhooked her blouse..and got.