"I'm thinkin' you liked that," he smiled pulling the two large bags over his shoulders and grabbed her hair. But, this time it was pulled back into a ...onytail, giving him a much better grip and he used it to his advantage. "Now you're really in for it bitch!" he growled pulling her to his side, against his leg, feeling the heat coming from her pussy."I sure hope so." You're nothing but a whore!" I may be a whore but, you love it!" That I do!" he smiled as they walked out into the cool night. Thomas felt the subtle change and realized she was doing her best to keep this alive. ‘Yes. That is what this is. Not sex but a whole new being coming into existence.’, he thought. The epiphany changed his entire perspective. He no longer felt the need to control Monica but wanted to be two parts of a whole with her. These feelings were new. Feelings that finally pushed him over the edge. His body stiffened. His breathing stopped. One final thrust into Monica and wave after wave of pleasure. Angela smiled knowingly and happily.“It might not be a bad idea to give your tutor a ring tomorrow anyway and let him know the form. He’ll be able to tell you who else you ought to notify such as the senior proctor or the Dean’s Office,” added Stephen.““Good idea,” replied Terry. “Er, if the police want to see me could you arrange for them to come to me as I shall be without a car?”“Certainly and if that’s not possible I’ll come and get you.”“There’s no need. I can do that,” said Grace.“Yes. "Gotta keep her firmly on the path, my man. Something you can't help with anymore." He put the paper away and took a deep breath. "In fact, you've got just two things to do yourself at this stage. First, if she gets around to letting you fuck her, enjoy it. In about eight months--at the point where she cuts you off completely--then you'll know that she's black cock only. Forever."Sam frowned. Cut off? "What's the second thing?" Reservations. Back here, for the two of you. Same time next year..