After one particularly boisterous dance she returned to me sweating slightly, or ‘glowing’ as we are supposed to say of ladies. ‘Gawd, College,...I haven’t hurled myself around like that for years. Sure you won’t take me on?’ I demurred. Indicating I’d wait for what she calls a ‘swayer’ and she sipped her cold beer to slake her thirst. We enjoyed a quick snog in the ladies toilet, not, as she pointed out, the most romantic of trysting places but, well, we just needed to then she headed off to. Magante watching us from the cafeteria windows. She was pointing right at me and he was shaking his head. 'What... ?' and Kevin shot his load, all over Marcy's arm and my leg."Oops." He said. "Man I needed that. Thanks Marce."She just looked at her arm and said "Eww..."When I looked around again Harrison and Magante were gone. I saw about ten kids who'd joined in. That first boy was locked in a French kiss with the girl he was still working on -and who was stroking out a stream of cum from him. “Nice to meet you, I’m James Turner,” he said to me and we shook hands. As we talked, I slowly got to know the person whom I would be sharing a room with for the next year. James came from a low income family and was here on a scholarship. He had gotten that by performing well in his studies and in sports, so he had the choice between choosing a scholarship for one or the other. “How about you?” he asked me. “My parents are paying my tuition,” I said, almost embarrassed that I didn’t have. "Anything she likes - except change from being my feminised slave."Cynthia admitted with another deep blush."So ... What did she do last time at level 5, Cynthia?" I demandedunrelenting."Ronnie tied me up and raped me ..." Cynthia admitted slowly."Couldn't you stop her, Cynthia?" I was aghast."Yes, I could have stopped her by shouting a lower level number ...But I didn't want her to stop!"Cynthia blushed again as she admitted her complicity in her degradation."Are these 'Levels' post-hypnotic.