I almost swooned and dropped my pad and pen as hepulled my panties to one side and slid his finger down between my legsand lightly stroked my 'pussy'....e bent his head forward, kissing my thighs, letting his moist tongueglide up to my crotch, licking my 'clitty', as he fingered my opening. Ifelt his tongue dart down and lick this entrance to my most privateplace"Oh yes please Sir," I groaned. "I belong to you now Sir, I know myplace and exactly what is required of me Sir."My opening was. I let her play and flirt with me for a while, deciding to definitely let her be in my game. Slowly but surly I gathered a list of people whom I would want to play and be played with. Now for the setting. I didn’t want to do it in my house, so I decided to rent a hotel room, a nice one.I spoke to each candidate separately, telling them what my plan was, putting it to them simply as an orgy, and that they will all get a turn to fuck me. That was the idea. Make the eight players rotate so that. ’ Pitch black flight north has always been my favorite form of travel. The only people you can count on in this life are the ones willing to start journeys with you before dawn that they know will end in someone dying. My dad and I hunted. My mom and I went to relatives’ deathbeds. My brother drove me to the doctor when I was fifteen (fuck you, Philip O’Neill). When I ask people to join me on road trips it’s almost always a test of character. Dad and I hunted outside his friend Leslie’s. Lately, an unexpected college experience I had came to mind, so I decided to post this story as well.I attended a small midwestern college and as a Freshman, I was a member of the varsity soccer team. Most of students who attended this college stayed on campus during the week, but since a lot of students lived relatively close, the campus would empty out for the weekend on Friday afternoons. It seemed the only students who were around most weekends were students who lived too far away to go.