She was clearer about waking up briefly when I visited her in the morning and helped her back to bed.I was glad for both her and my sake that she didn...��t remember the events following her return and her journey into bed more clearly. I helped her into her room. She had some faded images of us talking, but none of her trying to seduce me into having sex. She had an alcohol-fuelled sex dream in which I featured heavily. Despite the reality and fiction all mixed in her alcohol hazed brain, she had. “You filthy little slut, you feel so fucking good,” he growled, gritting his teeth as he kept on pacing himself, “After I pump my cum down your throat I’m going to use your pussy and your ass too. I am going to **** your holes so hard you’re not going to be able to walk for a fucking week,” he added. The shock and fear in her eyes made him pump his cock harder and deeper down her throat. Tears were pouring freely from her eyes, and she was whimpering feebly as he thoroughly ****d her. "I shouldn't have to put on shoes to do the laundry." The concrete floor was too cold and hard for her tender little toes. Boo fucking hoo! So, for last few years, I had been doing the laundry after a full day at the college.I digress.I was on my way home, dreading my arrival on this cold, rainy Thursday in November when I heard what sounded like a horn blaring. Because of the rain, it was already dark, so everyone already had their headlights on. In my rear view mirror I could see these. Everyone became busy. When I did chat with Gary, he would always ask about Mike. I didnt tell him about the trip I took and what happened there. After a while Myself and Gary talked less and less. Our careers had us super busy. He wanted something serious and I couldn't. So we stayed friends but kind of moved on from there. I began to date females but I still wanted that feelling. To be on the bottom. To be submissive. So I decided to jump online on a chat one day just to see. Again I seemed.