But Im no longer happy with you just being a good boy. I want you to be my good little girl. Get over my knees now! I sprung up and placed myself over...her knees, my ass exposed to her. I had no idea what she was going to do, but I was hoping she was going to get one of her newer dildos and start fucking me with it. Honey, I have come to a decision. Next Friday, were going to go night-clubbing together, whether you like it or not. But were not going as Steve and Maria. Were going to go as slutty. I could listen to that man say that every hour on the hour.My second call was to Vanessa. I figured my plan must be blessed because I caught her in between classes as well (this was before cell phones, remember). Otherwise, I would have had to leave a message with whoever answered her dorm phone, and hope it got delivered. Haphazard, I know, but that's the way it was. At the last minute, I remembered to ask for Jeannie (my mouth was already forming the name "Vanessa") when someone in her dorm. Her breasts were at my eye level. The top of her bra barely covered her nipples and I could see how hard they were as they strained to break through the material. Her breasts were large as were her nipples. The area was dark around those buds and really stood out against the whiteness of her bra. Without thinking, I reached up to cup those delicious looking mounds and their firmness felt so good as I started to squeeze them together."Would you unfasten me, please?" she asked.I reached behind. (I thought what a strange girl she is, might have gone mad).while cleaning the plates i remembered last evening we all friends were together and…….Might be she has seen it all,noo she can’t have,what if she has really seen “me to gaya boss” what if she tells this to her parents….no i have to talk t her….but how this can not be talk in her home….what shall i dooo…..all this and many more question,and a mix feeling of anger,fear,tension rushed through my veins.I called aunty and thanked her for.