"What you do when you're in bed at night, playing with yourself. Come on, tell me."Gillian gasped, guilt rushing up over her passion; making her break...out in a new sweat."Tell me, or I'll have you over the bar! Come on, every nasty little detail. You lay in bed and you rub your pussy, come on." Please, no, no!" Gillian moaned, running the vibrator deeper in her cunt."Tell me!" Yes, yes I do!" she moaned. "I do, every night! I have to; I have to!" Why?" Because I need it so much! It's so wicked;. .. um! I couldn't stop fondling and kissing her last night. And the way she responds; as if she wants to crawl right inside me. I don't have to pretend that I really care about her; I can't help myself. Sorry master, that's how I feel." Sandra presented her behind and received three light slaps for which she thanked him."You know, I approve and indeed insist that my females enjoy each other bodies and if they fall in love I support that whole heartedly." She knew of course that his approval was. And they were all applying there early admission. If they didn't get in, they would rely on Princeton, Brown, Tufts, Williams, Amherst, and Dartmouth. If they didn't get it. Which is a ridiculous thought ... why wouldn't they get in. So we'll only recap their Yale interviews. Or just Emma's, because they would all have been similar anyway.They had stayed in an adorable bed and breakfast in New Haven, and set their alarms for the perfect time. They had all showered the night before, had a nice,. "If you'd quit trying to hunt down and destroy it all I wouldn't need so much," he nastily snapped back at her.Stalemate.That ache matched the dull ache in her heart now that she knew he was also cheating on her daily.The smell of another woman couldn't escape her super nose, no matter how strong the soap he used afterwards was. Despite Terrell's many fine words, he never did have any intention of changing anything at all about himself.Terrell was in a foul mood as well. His latest bitch wasn't.