One night, after class (it was a night class), we sat and talked in the dorm lounge. We both were nervous, but the conversation went well. Before she ...eaded up to her room, I said, “Shari, would you like to have dinner tomorrow night?” She smiled and said yes. The next night, we went to a little dinner just off campus and continued our conversation from the previous evening. We had a lot in common and as we left, I reached over and took her hand. It was hot and sweaty, but I didn’t care, I was. Amber Sullivan." A pit formed in my stomach as I looked at theslide. A WASHINGTON DC driver's license was visible on the screen. AmberSullivan. 5'6", 110 lbs, a date of birth I didn't recognize but would puther (me?) at just about 18 years old. And the image. The image was of athin, attractive but not over the top, young woman. Surely.... No. There'sno... There's no way.I started freaking out."Ummm this isn't right..." I stopped with a gasp. My voice had increased inpitch. I knew now why the. I watched as she walked toward me, her hips swiveling like a runway model, yet in total innocence. I was afraid to stand up lest my wetness give me away. She sat next to me and opened her textbook.After a few minutes of discussion, with Nancy answering each successively more difficult question correctly, she was stumped and silent. Her eyes danced between my own and the textbook, as she waited for me to give the clue that would help her toward the answer. But I sat silently, looking only at her. Let me see you slide that right to the hilt.”Ooh… that would feel good. The throb in her pussy grew stronger, her fat voyeur’s words stimulating her appetite for depravity.“Do it. Show me.”Diana stroked the dildo over her clit – shuddered – pressed it against her groove. The fat man’s gaze burned into her flesh and loving it, she flipped a leg up onto the table, exposing her swollen pussy. Juices oozed from her slit.“Filthy slut,” he muttered. “Now slide it inside.”Diana didn’t like receiving.