The GFI may be going bad or it's too sensitive." I'll have to remember to give you a discount on your rent this month," Mrs. Monroe joked."I can alway... be bribed with food."Inside his apartment Scott powered up the stereo system. Mr. Wahl had sent him another batch of records. Guitarists were the theme. The set included albums by Wes Montgomery, which he really enjoyed, and in a surprise nod to Scott's love for old country, a double album by Chet Atkins and Jerry Reed.He turned on his laptop. I was fitter than I had ever been before, I had a great work life balance and being paid to have orgasms for a living, what’s not to like! It made me all the more determined to keep pushing until I could make enough from just camming to keep doing this. The possible redundancy still hanging over my head but it wasn’t the dark cloud it had been when I first found out.I was snapped from my daydream as my food and drink arrived, relieved to now be able to remove my mask and finally sate my hunger.. "We packed up and left the room. I told her I would see her in an hour and took off for creative writing. The professor droned on about character development for the whole hour, citing examples from obscure literary works I had never heard of. I was happy when she let us out a bit early. I met up with Steph in the cafeteria and Lisa joined us a couple minutes later."Hey Lisa, have a good weekend?" I asked."Not too bad, I stayed here for the weekend and got some studying done for midterms," she. She was like a wild a****l as she worked her hips around, her anus trying to hungrily suck the juices from the man's sperm-heavy balls.The man on-stage was fucking in and out of the girl's anus with ever-increasing tempo, his big cock seemingly becoming even bigger with his nearing climax. The girl was screwing back her buttocks as best she could within the limits of her bonds, and she was gibbering incoherent sounds, pleading with the man to pump her full of his cum. Her dark hair was hanging.